A/N
Just want to announce my soaring love for this story and the support it has gained in only thirteen days! I didn't expect this to happen but now I'm happy. So here is another chapter! The above image is me editing my cat because I can.

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My mom came and picked me up. We went home and we both passed out from exhaustion from our busy day. Apparently she was super busy with her new position that she couldn't even eat her lunch or take any breaks. Which sounds a lot like my day, except more life threatening.

I did my best to hide the new hole in my body from my mom and managed to make it all the way to sleepy town without her getting suspicious. However, she did ask me how my day was and why I was at Dave's house. Oh course I had to lie. I don't know if you know this about me yet but I'm a terrible liar. So I probably looked like I was shitting bricks the entire time in the car ride home.

What did I tell her, you ask? I told her Dave took me to his house because I had passed out at school with no one who knew where I lived around. Why did you pass out? I forgot to eat my breakfast and lunch. Where was Cody? He went home because my history teacher held me back to talk. Why did the teacher want to talk to you? I was daydreaming in his class so he gave me extra homework. For when? Tomorrow. Have you done any of it? Mom, can I stay home tomorrow? No. And that was the conversation.

I know I'm doomed with bad luck but isn't this taking it too far? Now I wish my powers would just float me out of this world and suffocate me in space. Hopefully my lungs will understand and give up easily. I'm sure my body freezing up will help coax my lungs into doing what I want. I mean this is the kindest way possible but please can my lungs collapse and cut off all oxygen going to my brain so I can die immediately, thank you.

Oh. Now I see how I'm suicidal. I think I have a problem. A few at that. And now I will fall asleep dreaming of all the possible ways I could die tomorrow. Stress. Homicidal Kages. Dave rapists. Cody leaving me again. My history teacher giving me detention and mentally killing me. My mother finding out about the hole in my body. The hole in my body killing me finally. Homicidal Kages. Trent's not even on the list anymore. School bullies are the lowest on my list at the moment. And my power floating me up into space. Anything else? Oh! Homicidal Kages! Can never forget that one.

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If you didn't think I would wake up floating with my hand down my pants then you'd be wrong. I was not only floating but I had both hands in my pants. One in the front and one in the back. It's not what you think. I analysed this already. You see, normally having hands in that place would mean you're rubbing and horny but my hands are covering, therefore meaning that my hands are protecting my genitals. Now that my hands are in the back and front, this can only mean that my body is afraid of Dave the rapist.

How's that for defense! Very poor, honestly. What are my hands capable of doing when they're fighting against a guy who could burn my skin and bones to a crisp? He'll grind my bones in both ways. And don't think I'm not weary around Kage about rape either! If this hole in me tells you anything, I'm sure he can take my hands clean off with no effort. Must I speak French for you again to make you understand just how fucked I am? No? Good.

So I awake in the air, it's normal after yesterday. I get ready normally with the exception of feeling like I'm in a space craft in space. I imagined it to be a lot cooler in my head but reality is a bitch. I had to hide from my mom right above her. She almost looked up and caught me because who's the idiot that didn't dry his hair properly? Guilty as charged.

For some reason, I only noticed now but I mostly have army jackets and parachute pants which is weird. So I wore an army jacket and blue jeans because now I'm thinking that the army jacket could be a part of my superhero identity. The army space man. I need to get a space helmet to complete my look. Bike helmets work but there's only one person I know who has a spare bike helmet and he's the one who put the hole in my body. Maybe Kage was trying to be symbolic? The black hole in the centre of the Space Man. I like it! Except for the part that there's a hole in me but whatever.

I can tell that today is going to be just as confusing as yesterday or even more so. The first thing I notice is that Cody is avoiding me. The next is that Cassy won't shut up. Another is Trent and Dave who are hanging a little too close to me. Why are they so obvious?

"Uh, guys, why are you compressed against me?"

"We're protecting you," they respond in unison.

"From Kage?"

"Should we tell him?" Trent asks Dave.

"Tell me what? Are there more villains coming after me now that my powers are circulating in my new world? Am I being hunted by hero hunters? Is the government catching onto us?" I gasp at the last one. It fits the whole space thing I got going so it's cool.

"The first one? Except they're not villains. They're just kids like us from different schools."

"Oh ... Oh! Do you guys have a group chat or maybe a meet up place for people with powers!" I start getting excited to meet other people with powers. Maybe they're heroes too!

"There are groups but we're not a part of them."

"Aw, are you guys the outcasts? Why'd I get stuck with the lamoes?" I pout grumpily with my arms crossed across my chest. My arms sink against my body slightly dipping into my hole. Is it me or is this thing growing? "What am I going to do about this hole? I feel like it's growing like a true black hole," I mumble under my breath.

Dave suddenly grabs arm and pulls me through the school to the sick room. Trent follows us in but closes and locks the door in Cassy's face. She pulls a face but gives up and leaves with understanding on her face.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

Dave doesn't say anything and lifts my shirt to reveal the hole. I watch Trent's expression change from concerned to surprised.

"You said it was growing?"

"Yeah?"

"It's gone."

"What?" I push his hands up so my shirt goes over my head so I can observe my chest.

He's right. The hole is gone. But I could've sworn I felt it through my shirt. I tentatively touch my chest but my hand seems to sink through my skin and right into the hole I knew was still there.

"An illusion?" Trent guesses.

"Whose illusion?" Dave stresses.

"Does this mean I'm being watched?"

"... Possibly," Dave says ambiguously.

"Is this the entrance of the true villain or maybe an ally?"

"I find it curious why you're so obsessed with this illusion of being a hero and that there are villains."

We all turn around to look at the sick bed enclosed by a thick white curtain from where the voice came.