I woke up in a hot sweat, panting, as per usual. The thin white vest I wore to bed was clinging to my body, soaking in the warm salty water that was dripping down my neck and back. I looked to my right, into the mirror and saw myself.

The self that I had just begun to learn.

My eyes were black, like charcoal, no remainder of white or the hazel eyes I had become accustomed to. I was the same as any teenager except my inner demons had started to come out. My eyes turned like this almost every night for one reason only.

Kurt.

It was always about him. Sometimes it was lust, sometimes anger, though never directed towards him. I would fly into a rage if anyone tried to hurt him and as soon as I get angry, my eyes change.

I have more control over it now than I did when it first started about 6 months ago. I can mostly control them of a day, when I am aware...constantly aware. But of a night, it's no use. I either wake up, eyes black with anger or wake up, eyes black with lust...and sticky sheets.

I am still a teenager after all.

The clock next to my bed read 5:45am. I looked around my Dalton dorm, wooden panelled walls, wooden bed post, deep navy blue and red everywhere. I sighed and turned on the light, sitting up attempting to dry my skin with the back of my hand. I walked over to the floor length mirror and looked at my face closely, more specifically, my eyes that had not yet returned to anything that looked remotely 'human'.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes attempting to calm myself down, "Kurt" I whispered to myself and I felt my chest deflate and the blood in my veins stomped pumping so vigorously and I felt it cool down from it's former dangerously high temperature. When I opened my eyes I was relieved to see hazel and white.

I jumped in the shower and rinsed off the remainder of my dream last night. I can never remember my dreams. All I know is that Kurt was there, but nothing else. I just know that I feel invincible in them, whenever I felt my darkness come out I felt so incredible and so wary at the same time. My strength increases, my emotions sky rocket and I know that if I wanted to, I could really hurt someone.

And that's what worries me the most.

What if I do hurt someone? What If I hurt the someone? What If I hurt him? What If I hurt Kurt?