The kind of pain that amassed itself in a fiery ball and set her insides ablaze, searing the very reaches of her conscious being, reducing to ashes the most vital parts of her. It was the kind of tangible pain she could feel beneath her skin, torching her veins, stealing her breath, killing her brain. It raked across her throat and down into her lungs, leaving nothing but the smoky remnants of a disaster. She wanted to scream, to tell someone, anyone to extinguish the flames within her. But all she could do was open her mouth and wait for nothing to happen.
That’s how she burned alive.