I arrive at home around sunset, because days go by quicker when you have near death experiences and almost get mugged.

I open the door and walk in, as usual I hear my mom in the kitchen chatting with my dad, and Jen was probably in her room playing with a friend or some stuffed animals.

I come in and head right to my room, knowing that if I encounter either of my parents it would be a one way trip to doing homework. I open my room and lay on my bed. I try to process everything that happened today, already I felt like this was just the most eventful and scariest day ever.

Well, magic was real. That was something. I thrust out my arm as if expecting a wave of fire to shoot out and consume my room in burning flames. As expected, my room was not consumed in flames.

I sighed, processing the fact that I might still get them. It would be a fantasy come true, I mean what kid doesn't want magic? But still, the pain, the dream; it just gave me chills. I understand that something had to happen to get these powers, but why that? And why get powers at all? I doubt that we just spontaneously began to use some inner power to do this.

Magic was real.

I thought back to when Liam was first showing me, out in the forest when he lifted the dew. I still didn't know what to think of that, I didn't know what to think of anything at the moment.

I was experiencing something unlike anything before, something that didn't follow by the laws of science. Something that may be dangerous.

What if I hurt someone.

"No... don't think like that." I tell myself, whatever happens, no one would get hurt. Except Liam, he always found a way to hurt himself,

Then he came, what was his name? Brad? Yeah, Brad and his friends came. Liam hit him with a branch, and then I hit him with a branch. He must not like branches very much. And then that was it, I guess. except for the fact that they now know about Liam's powers and are out there somewhere.

I suddenly realize that they could be looking for us. I mean, we beat the crap out of him, embarrassed him in front of his friends, and showed them what freaks we were. If I saw someone with supernatural powers, I would be looking for them.

But they wouldn't look for us to get some special magic show, no. They would try to hurt us again, even more then last time. Hopefully they wouldn't know where to look, there were more then a few schools nearby and I doubt they knew which one we were at.

And then I went to the parking lot and bravely crossed a sinkhole. Well, minus the brave part.

I fall facedown on my bed and pull out my phone. Despite all that was happening, and everything I had seen in the past twenty-four hours. But hey, what else am I going to do? Practice magic I don't have? Prepare an emergency kit for when some jerks find us?

I scroll through my texts and seeing there wasn't much except Drake who was pissed that I bailed on him today. I ignored him mainly and switched to angry birds. I flicked the screen and watched the bird sail into the air and land on a pig with a poof. I was bored.

I turned my phone off and plugged it into the wall. I set my alarm and walk off to get some dinner. I sit at the table while Jen tells my parents about her day. I stare absently into the mash potatoes while I slowly chew. My mind wandered while we ate.

My mom turned to me, "how was your day Finn? Did you have fun with Liam?" She asked cheerfully, trying to include me in the family conversation, but I wasn't in the mood.

"It was fine, we went into the forest and just hung out." I say without enthusiasm. I can't tell them, they wouldn't understand. I swallow my food, I've never held something from my parents before. They always seemed to know when I was hiding something.

She obviously knew I was hiding something, but she didn't push it. Thank god she didn't, I never could keep a secret anyways.

And that's when the pain came.

It came swiftly, without warning. Much faster then last time in the forest. Instantly I was bucking out of my seat, clutching my ears as if someone was screaming into them.

My sister screamed and jumped out of her chair, instantly running into the hall. No doubt heading to her room to hide.

My parents also jumped out of their seats, my mom ran to the phone and dialled 911. My Dad rush to my side and was yelling at me, asking me questions.

Why couldn't I hear him? I couldn't hear anything, or feel anything. I only felt this deep, deep pain. As if my soul was burning, it wasn't physical at all. It's like my brain was burning and I had no way to put it out.

I lashed out, kicking my dad and he stumbled back. I writhed on the ground shaking and I was no doubt screaming. I still heard nothing.

My dad rushed and cleared everything away from me, like a standard procedure when someone has a seizure. My mom ran over and held me down by my arms, holding me down so I didn't hurt myself.

Now that I wasn't covering my ears I could hear it.

My heart.

All I heard was its slow beats, through the pain I knew it should be beating faster. Yet it wasn't, it slowly beaten like a small drum. I lost control of my body and I sank into the pain. I shut my eyes and crawled into a ball. Shaking in the deep gouging pain as if I was burning from the inside.

And all I heard was my heart.

Ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum.

And then it stopped beating.

* * *

I wake up to bright lights.

I hear the murmur of voices near me, I can't hear them clearly. Like they were intentionally muffling their voices. The lights were blinding, through the slits of my eyes I look around the room until my eyes adjusted. I wipe the sleep from my eyes and sit up.

A blurry figure rushes to my side hugs me. I wipe my eyes and I see that it's my mom, tears flowing from her eyes. I smile and hug her back. Still disorientated I look around the room. I realize I'm in the hospital, my parents must've grabbed me after my seizure and rushed me here thinking I was hurt.

Was I hurt?

A doctor walks up to us and smiles, "I see you're looking much better. I think you're ready to leave soon."

I try to think of how long I was out but no answer came to mind. "What day is it?" I ask, hoping I wasn't out too long.

The doctor checked his phone, "it is... today is Tuesday, you were out for a a day and a half."

I sigh and lie back. What caused it? I knew they would have no idea either, but I had to ask. "What do you think caused it? What happened to me?"

The doctor hesitated, confirming my suspicion that he had no idea either. "We're... we're working on that. At the moment we think you had a heart attack, why? We don't know yet either. You're completely healthy and you show no signs of even having a heart attack or seizure. It's almost like it didn't even happen!"

I sigh, "well can you tell me if you find anything?"

The doctor smiled, "of course, you'll be the first to know." He then turned around and left my room swiftly.

I knew he wasn't going to find anything, I knew this couldn't be anything natural. If he did find something I wouldn't be upset though; I was still full of questions that didn't seem to even hold an answer. I would be happy to learn anything to do with what was happening to me.

I lie in bed silently, and I look out the window. I notice a bird on a nearby branch singing and chirping. The bird saw me, and flew away, almost like it was trying to get away from me. Peculiar, but nothing too unusual, it happens all the time when I ask out people I like.

I turn my attention to the TV opposite my bed, I had hardly noticed it until now. I pick up the remote someone had left at my side and start flipping through the channels. Still half asleep I ignore most and settle on a kids show, and I stare dully at screen deep in thought.

I wonder how Liam was doing at school, I missed the first day of the week and now he was there by himself. Well, I was hardly his only friend, but in the state he was in, he would need me. I sigh, if only I could be there for him. Hopefully I would be allowed out of the damn hospital by tomorrow, not so I could go to school of course, but to see Liam.

I think of my condition, why was this happening to me.

I knew that it was wrong of me to say that the passing gave you powers, or happened a day before receiving them. I knew nothing. For all I know I might not even receive powers. Don't think like that, come on man cup half full.

I just wish that there was something out there that could help us, or show us what to do. This felt too much like some sort of game I would play. If only it was.

Hushed voices are exchanged outside my door, I can see shapes of people and hear the outraged voices from people I didn't know. I try to make out what they were saying.

"Look, I saw it doc, if you don't believe me go ahead. But something isn't right here; that kid in there, the one behind this door had the same seizure as Edmund. And then just two days later he was-"

"Look I don't doubt you, lets just go talk to him come on. We need to figure this out together."

The man grumbled and then left with the doctor. So they weren't talking about me for sure. But it was somehow reassuring how they were on my subject. I smiled, maybe this wasn't even supernatural, it could be a disease.

But one thing was left unanswered; well not counting absolutely everything. What did this Edmund guy do? Something had shocked the guy and Edmund was definitely guilty of doing it.

I try to recall if I knew an Edmund. I think I did, in grade twelve there was an Edmund, shy guy. He didn't tend to talk much. Not that I would know anyways, I didn't talk with grade twelves often. Well, unless I was telling them to stop loitering in front of the candy store, and that it made them look like idiots.

I turn my attention to the TV, it was still on the kids show.

"Can you find Mittens blanket?" The show asked me, I frown and look around the screen, unable to find Mittens blanket. This was a bit too difficult for me.

Then I see it in the corner of the screen. For no reason I raise my hand and point at it, momentarily forgetting it was a TV show. "It's right there retard."

Proud of myself, I start flipping through the channels again, I land on the news. The news was always interesting since things always seemed to constantly blow up. It went to a helicopter with a camera man streaming live. Someone was talking into a microphone.

"The buildings been on fire now for ten minutes, as you can see the entire building has been enveloped, strange seeing how it was built in an area where fire safety is one of the top priorities. As you can see firemen are carrying out as many people as possible, as far as we know there are two casualties and three injured."

I stopped listening as soon as I spotted the girl. She was in one of the windows on the third floor. She looked out the window up and down to see the entire eight story thing engulfed in flame. I could almost see tears streaming down her face. Like she was guilty, like she felt she had done something wrong, almost like she was the cause of this. But that wasn't the dead give away.

It was the fact that her room was on fire as well, and she wasn't even singed. She stood there clear as day, enveloped in burning embers and fire. And if I had an even better look, I bet you her hands were on fire as well.

And that's when I realized that this was real. My pulse quickens as reality hits me like a brick to the face. This was real and this was happening to me.

 And I wasn't alone anymore.