Since that day, I've had lots of early trips home from the nurse. Something's definitely wrong with my ghost form. Every time I change back, I get sick in some way or another. And I never fully remember what I did as Phantom. The only true evidence of the things I've done is on the news.

I haven't harmed any humans…. yet. That's good. Let's hope it never gets that far. Even Mom is getting scared of me at this point, though.

I flick on the news in my room to see the latest damage. Still no civilian death, but I did crash into the Nasty Burger. The destruction was worse than it seemed at first. Luckily, they close on Sunday, so no one was there. If I hurt anyone, I don't know what I'd do.

I turn off the TV and flop down on the bed. These after battle migraines have been getting worse and worse. It feels like someone shot me through the head. Perhaps I was shot... God, I hate these blackouts.

There's a knock at the door. I groan at the sound. "Come in." It was my mom. I back up to the farthest corner of my bed and hug my knees. I'm so afraid. I can't let myself touch her! What if I hurt her? What if I-...? No, I can't think like that. I'd been so lost in thought, I hadn't realized I'd been staring into space.

"Danny? Danny, sweety, are you okay?" I flinch back when she touches my shoulder.

"Yes! I'm fine! Now leave!" I've been hiding myself in my room lately. I've never left unless I'm going to school. Even then, I've been leaving the house through my bedroom window.

"Danny, I know what you're going through is tough, but-"

My eyes glow furiously. "No, you don't! You don't understand!" My hair begins to flame to emphasize my anger.

She backs off. It was obvious that she was trying to hide her fear. She's seen what I am capable of. She knows I can hurt her. That fact is what hurts the most.

I take a deep breath and my hair and eyes return to normal. "I'm sorry, Mom. I don't know what's gotten into me lately. Trust me, it scares me too."

"I never said I was scared of you, sweety!"

"Let's just say, you're a terrible actor. Don't give up your day job. So, why'd you come in here?"

"Oh! That's right. Sam's here."

I think for a moment then nod. "Okay. Tell her to come in here"

She leaves the room for a moment then Sam appears in my doorway. "How's the migraine?"

I smirk at how upfront she is. "A little bit better. What'd we do in English?"

"Finished reading The Graveyard Book." She sits on the edge of the bed and looks at me. "You would've liked it. Too bad you haven't been able to stay a whole school day lately."

I look down at my socks grimly. "Can we not talk about that, Sam?"

I can hear the frown in her voice. "You have to talk about it eventually." I look up and see her moving closer to me on the bed. "I can tell it's getting worse."

As she's almost shoulder to shoulder with me, I look at her with warning eyes. "Sam. Don't get any closer!"

"I'm not afraid of you, Danny! I know I can help! Just let me help you!" She tries to hold my hand, but out of reflex I yank it back. She looks me directly in the eyes. "Please. Danny. I just want to help... I don't know how I could, but I want to." She tries to grab both of my hands this time to prove she's not afraid. I managed to prove that theory wrong.

I pull my hands away and use one of them to push her away by her face. Little did I know, I had a flaring ectoblast in that hand from all the frustration. She screams.

I finally get brave enough to look at her and what I see is definitely not pretty. Sam has her hands over her right eye as blood seeps through. She's in such a state of shock that I don't think she can feel the full pain yet. That doesn't stop my heart from breaking, though. I get off the bed and start backing away from her, tears welling in my eyes. "Sam. I-i am so sorry!"

My mom bursts through the door and is in shock at what she sees. She runs over to Sam to check on her. Then all eyes are on me.

I look down at my bloodied hand in panic then back up at them as I continue to back up to the wall. "It was an accident! I swear! I didn't mean to hurt her!" I sob and cover my mouth with the bloodied hand. The smell makes me sick.

In a last stitch effort to pretend it isn't real, I phase down to the basement. I rush to find a towel or something to get the blood off. I am so grateful when I find one.

The tears continue to trail down my cheeks uncontrollably as I pace back and forth. "What have I done?!" I claw my hands into my hair. The leftover blood on my hand stains brightly in my white hair.

I nearly scream when I hear something move. "Please! Don't be mad Mom!"

I could feel my dad staring at me from behind. "Why would your mom be mad at you?" I turn to look at him and he notices my tears. "Danny?" He comes over to me a bit worried. I almost never cry. "What's wrong?"

I look at him about to speak and tell him. But, all I could squeak out through a strong sob was "I'm sorry." Then I quickly turn around and rush to the portal in an attempt to escape. I forget to open it first, so I end up slamming into the door. I realize the fact it's closed and run to the keypad. I enter the password as I talk to myself. "I have to leave! I have to hide! I can't hurt anyone else!" I dash into the Ghost Zone and vow to never come back.

The last thing I hear before I disappear into the Ghost Zone was the cry of, "No! Danny! Wait!" from my dad.