He lives

His eyes suddenly turned black as the night - the color with its roots in a sudden anger which had it's only alike in the anger I had only once seen arise from my sisters wisp body. Frightened I backed away from him - trying to calm him down but too late and only to bump into the kitchen table. I accidentally cut myself on a sharp knife as I moved my arm in over the table, and I couldn't hold in a gasp provoked by the great pain that came from my arm. The knife fell to the floor with a loud, metallic sound that wavered between us.
The sun quickly faded outside, and dark skies had within seconds started to form over the city. I didn't dare break the eye contact as much as I wanted to, but I could feel the room grow darker around us and hear the violent wind shaking the trees outside. I put my hand over the cut to stop the bleeding, but removed it again as he walked closer.
"I'm sorry, I..." I started but looked down, and immediately regretted as I could feel the great energy coming from him growing darker.
His voice was a blur of a thousand voices speaking as one, dark and deep and powerful voices, asking me how I could let them do that to me.
"Isaac..." I tried. "They don't..."
"Understand?! Because they don't WANT TO!" claimed the thousand voices, and I, who'd raised my head again, couldn't face the deep wrath, they all were a symbol of, and looked away. We'd talked about this before, and I knew that what I did was wrong somehow... but I just couldn't believe they were all like that.
"Isaac, I'm sorry, you know that I..."
I abruptly ended my sentence as I now caught a look through the window of how things were outside. I'd never seen him this angry.
I turned to him again with pleading eyes, and lay a hand on his chest. Tears welled up.
"Isaac, stop... please. I promise, Isaac, I wont do it again! Can you hear me in there? Reviens-moi, reviens-moi..."
After a while he froze, and it seemed as if I'd gotten through. I knew there was an inner battle of control. He had the strongest and biggest power amongst all of us, and it was hard to control, I knew that.
I slowly approached him when his eyes started to change, and caressed his cheek. I caught him as he almost fell when It had let him go, let him lie down and sat down next to him. He opened his mouth and began to speak, it was merely a whisper - his eyes were their normal deep, brown color and had a look of despair to them.
"Shh... It's okay honey, it's okay..." I told him as I took him into my arms. "I'm sorry... I wont do this again, I promise."
As grave as this was getting we'd have to be more careful.
If we provoked the great power too many times it could go a lot worse that this... And we could lose a lot more than just... Oh god, we could loose Isaac. And it'd be my fault... Just because of my stupid trust in the Original People.
What have I been thinking? I thought as I lay down next to him on the cool kitchen floor.
What have I been thinking...

They are

I don't know for how long I stood there.
I guess after a while I went into my room. If one of my siblings had come by, they wouldn't understand, I knew that.
Like when we're in the woods or at the sea.
They don't understand. They don't see it. They don't feel it...

Not like I do, at least. I don't think they would have noticed him either.
I guess people don't really look anymore. Most people, that is. It's always been sort of taboo... and yet, getting to know people, it is one of the topics that is so very often encountered during conversation.
Memories, hidden away not to be spoken of - these experiences we have and never forget.
Something out of the ordinary.
A sight, a voice, a presence.
A feeling.
A whisper blown around the corner only to kiss your face. Caressing your rosy winter-cold cheeks, fooling your ears and mind with the sound, as an autumns leaf falling from the sky gliding through your hair as the soft and careful hand of a lover on a summer day - and let you forget, like you forget just how beautiful spring is. Let you doubt it, doubt yourself - ask your self it that was..? Did I just..?

"Hello?"

I leaned against the door once I'd closed it.
I don't remember if I said anything to him - I think he would have known what I wanted to say anyway.
If I'd told him "I know you're there", it would have served only the purpose of reassuring myself.
He knew that I knew.
He could see it in my eyes, and I could feel it coming from his, even if they were hidden in the shadows by my bed.

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever see him again - if he's still here.
Why he let me see him.
Maybe - maybe one day we'll meet again.
Another time, another place...
Even if I can't see him, I'll know he's there.