Snippet #1913302

Gazing up at the ceiling, Donovan lay on his bed and listened to his iPod. It was a Sunday morning, and the weather outside was miserable. Soon he became bored, so he switched off the music and placed it on his bedside table, before bouncing off his bed onto the carpet below.
Suddenly, though, he felt a heart wrenching pain in his chest. Immediately tears welled up in his eyes as the pain was unbearable. "Mu-" he began to shout, but then his voice died out and his throat became dry. It felt like his heart was on fire! Then, his vision began to go blurry and his whole body ached. It was mild at first, but soon the agony became almost as unbearable as it was in his heart. His head became dizzy and he fell to the floor, landing with a loud bump. He realised that he had now begun to bleed in various places, and as he stared up at himself in the mirror, despite his blurry vision, he noticed pointy ears sticking up out of his head and his eyes were gradually turning to a fiery red colour. What on earth was happening to him? He reached forward with his hand to try and pull himself forward and he glanced at his...claws! 'Surely this must be a dream' Donovan thought to himself. 'And if it is, please wake me up soon.' At that, he fell into a deep, deep, sleep.

((Sorry I copied a lot of your ideas, but I wasn't really sure what else to put!))