Danny had been having trouble sleeping the past few days now. Ever since the accident in his parents lab things just weren't the same. He knew he had gone through some kind of change, that was for sure, but to be honest, he really wasn't sure what to make of it.
Part of him was glad his friends were there when it happened. Sure they had kind of been a tad freaked out but they were there to help him and he knew they would be there for him no matter what.
But the other part of him wasn't glad that they had been there. Sure they would stick with him to help him get through this, no matter what. The thing was, they had been there to witness what had happened to him, they had seen it. They had heard it. They had said they had never heard someone scream like that before. They said they had been so scared, for him, for themselves. He really wished they hadn't of seen it. To have to be haunted by the sound of his screams.
Haunted. Funny, now that seemed like such an ironic way to think about it. He felt like just being here was haunting his friends. Sometimes he just felt he wasn't supposed to be here anymore. He felt like he had died.
And maybe he had. He sure felt... different. Sometimes he felt colder. Other times he felt lighter than air. And then there were the times where it felt like he just wasn't there at all.
Danny really wanted to be with his friends now. He wanted to talk to them. He wanted to know that he was still here. Still alive.
But it was 3 in the morning on Sunday. Well ok it would be Monday now right? Man he really should get some sleep. He had school tomorrow and it was hard enough before the accident.