It all started with the accident. It was the begining...I didn't know it.

It was just a strange new gentic code that I accidentally created from the over exposure to ecto-plasm. It altered my DNA and turned me into a half ghost, a hybrid or a halfa, if you will. The powers were merely an effect to the electrocution of the ghostly sort.

I had completely convinced myself this was the truth. That three years ago my molecules were rearranged in the accident. Isn't that what happens to all superheros in tragic lab accidents. This was tragic alright.

But over the years life was passing me by, literally. I've been slowly dying ever since.

Each new power was unlocked because I thought it was a matter of skill and being able to focus on them with my own gained strength. It turns out each new power was gained because I was slipping farther away the next time it developed. I wondered if this is effecting me this way because of the full body envelopment, and perhaps even the young age could've been a factor to this ghastly equation.

So I am dying a little more each day, sure we're all dying a little as the days go on. But I'm really, really dying.

It isn't noticable a lot, until the months pass. Then you can tell, yet surprisingly everyone who knows of my powers don't notice the difference. I always kind of did, ever since the fateful day at the start of Freshman year.

It was cool, my powers made me unique, unique was good, and so on and so on. Yet I had felt it first hand, my own pulse had been weakened. I didn't think of it at all at first, heck I thought I was normal. Then I entered Sophmore year and I felt it diminish even greater than before. Junior year got me worried because I even knew my breathing was shallow.

Now I'm a Senior, I'm terrified to sleep, knowing my vital signs have dipped dangerously low. And I'm afraid of tonight, it being the night it happened. Infact I'm so terrified I've already written a note out to the ones I love. It's not a sucide note, more of a goodbye letter, expressing my deepest secerets and feelings. And if I wake I'll simply throw it away and if I don't well then it's quite useful I should think. Happy anniversary, let' hope you make it through the night.

But even as I lie here staring at the ceiling I can't even feel myself anymore. I rest my hand over my chest, I can hardly feel anything. I'm thinking this is really the end, the end of me. As I shut my eyes I know I will never open them again.

I breathe in and breathe out, breathe in and breathe out, breathe in and breathe out...

Angsty angst angst angst! Weee! Oops I did it again, I've got serious issues with always putting Danny to an end. What's wrong with me? Oh well, this one was an idea I thought of today because hey we all don't really know what the accident did to Danny, so this is one of my many takes on it. Horaay.