The Enchantment World of Rubies, Butterscotch and Cauldrons

The last I remembered was the feeling of flames taking control of my whole body. It was hotter than a furnace and it was so painful I couldn't scream my agony. It was louder than how I screamed and shouted at my Mamá earlier this morning.

I lie on the cold tiled floor of my bedroom, lifting my head with a soft groan. My bones ache and my spine felt sore. My hands in particular burn. It wasn't as horrible as it had been before, but it was enough to be uncomfortable.

Flattening the palms of my hands onto the floor, I force myself upright, swallowing when my stomach flip-flops. Jesus, what the hell happened?

My head starts to throb, my ears pounding, and I raise my hand to rub my stinging eyes.

"AH!" I shout, losing gravity when I suddenly fly backwards and all of me slams into the wall. I hear the concrete cave slightly under my weight, and my whole body aches with intense pain.

"Fuck," I hiss when I feel the back of my head, wet with, judging by the dark crimson liquid on my fingers, blood. I wrinkle my nose when the scent of metal hits my nose. I turn and wince when I see the damage I did to my bedroom wall. Spider-web cracks mar the plain pink paint, and I saw the faint silvery wisps of smoke.

Wait...

I narrow my eyes, squinting hard when I see...