After Dan slammed his bedroom door shut, he leaned his back up against it as he breathed heavily. His eyes were clamped shut as he began to calm his racing heart. He caught a glimpse of Phil as he came up the stairs from his shower, which made his heart start hammering wildly in his chest. He was still very firm on the idea that Phil couldn't know about what was happening to him (whether he actually had new strange abilities or if he was just crazy), Dan didn't want him to worry or share this burden that was weighing down on him. He didn't relax until he heard the sound of Phil's door click shut. Whatever he was about to do, he'd have to do quietly.

The only thing that reassured him of his sanity was the pencil that he clutched in his white knuckled fist. I did that, he reminded himself, I'm not crazy.

Dan looked around his bedroom, he'd been in there not but five minutes ago but for some reason now everything looked different to him. His possibilities were literally endless, that sent a shiver of excitement down his spine; but also a ripple of fear.

He moved toward the center of the room and sat cross legged on the floor. The only thing that he could think of in order to calm himself down was to practice and master his new abilities, as much as they scared him this was the only thing that would help. He knew that the more out of control things got, the worse things would eventually become. He conjured his cereal by accident and if he could do that, then he could create something far more dangerous. Another wave of anxiety washed over him, followed by nausea.

Taking a few more breaths, he brought his focus back to the empty space in front of him. First, he had to know just exactly what he could do. He needed something to focus on again, this time he picked something a little more complex, a laptop. It was a stretch but worth a shot.

Dan thought hard on the new model laptop that he saw in an ad. And saw the air in front of him shimmer like before, and a brand new laptop had popped into existence. For a moment, he was in awe, part of him was still convinced that he nothing would happen. He excitedly pressed the power button and waited, only to be disappointed that it didn't work.

He sighed, at least he still made it appear. That was something, at least. But can I make it go away, he thought. Once again, his gaze returned to the laptop sitting in front of him and he tried the opposite of what he'd done before. Dan tried replacing the laptop with air, or just voiding it completely but nothing worked. He pushed it out of the way, defeated.

But the second he pulled his hand away, the laptop came whizzing back into his grasp. Dan looked down, once again astonished. "Well, that's new." He murmured.

He looked around his room for something else to try this new ability on. His gaze landed on a water bottle that was sitting on his nightstand. He stretched out his arm and willed the bottle to come to him and it rocketed across the room into his hand as if there was magnetic tension between his hand and that object. He smirked to himself, very satisfied with figuring out his new trick.

Dan then wondered if he could only make things come to him, or if he could also control how they moved. Placing the bottle in front of him, he held out his hand and watched as the bottle mimicked the movements that his hand was making. He gently lowered it back to the ground with a satisfying plunk.

"That's it," He sighed to himself, "That's what I can do." And honestly it wasn't so bad, that wasn't as dangerous as he had feared. All he needed was practice, and then he could fully know how to control what he could do, and then maybe he could tell Phil. Maybe.

He smiled, This is okay. I'll work through it. Day by day. He stood up, using a hand to brace himself on his bed. It was just a fraction of a second that his hand was placed on his duvet, but that small contact was all that was needed. As soon as he lifted his fingers, flames burst to life where they were.

Dan looked on in agonizing helplessness as the flames spread across the bed cover. And then all of a sudden he snapped into action, grabbed one of his extra pillows laying on the floor and smothered the blaze. He swallowed heavily, the thought of spontaneous combustion flickered across his mind but it seemed like to far-fetched of an idea. Then again, having supernatural powers was a pretty far-fetched idea too.

His breath hitched as he realized that that couldn't have been a coincidence, he had done too many strange things today for this not to be his fault. He slowly rose his fist up to eye level and unfurled his fingers and with barely any effort, he watched them catch fire. The flames licked at his fingertips without any pain to go with it.

Dan's anxiety came back and his knees went weak underneath him, and with that he collapsed back onto the floor. This was much more complicated than it had been a few seconds ago. He tried to think of a rational way to work through this but nothing was coming through, it was like there was a wall blocking the thoughts from reaching his brain.

There was no way for him to live normally, if he was capable of this. He was a hazard to everyone around him, especially Phil. At the thought of Phil, Dan's heart sank into his stomach. He'd have to leave; but he'd have to offer some sort of explanation. Tomorrow, he decided, I'll tell him tomorrow. Phil wasn't safe around him. He had to leave, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do, for Phil's safety. Because he cared about him.

Phil wasn't safe around a person like Dan.

He was dangerous. He was a freak. He was a monster.

Okay, I'm sorry about this chapter… in general. For some reason it was very hard for me to write.