In the stars

Omnipotent

Having virtually unlimited power or influence 

"Go down to the store and get me some candy"

He is laying on the couch, filling the whole thing. Our dad turnes around and leave the living room, I can hear the door close behind him, as he goes to get what Damian had asked for. It has been like this since he found out what he could do. It doesn't work on me but everybody else.

I keep in the corner so he can't see me. I look at how he way off our mom as she came in with lunch. I try to lay fouter into the wall, but he discovers me. of course, he does. At first, he just stars, squeezes his eyes together, then he shakes his head, and turn to mom. He knows better than to luck me in the closet, I well just keep screaming

"Put Kain outside, now"

She comes to do it. I can see the tears behind her eyes. I don't want her to lift me. I know how it hurts her back. Damian knows it too. He doesn't care anymore. It is like he never has. I run out of the door and hide in the garden.

My dad comes home after a while. The candy bag is swinging from his hand. He walks with his head down as if the world has cracked him, when all along is is just Damian, poring every little bit of self-control out of him. He sees me, but his eyes are no longer his eye. it is Damian's eyes, and they cut me open. So he rache for a piece of candy and tries to give it to me. I see how it takes everything. How the little smile is still his, even tho nothing else is, and I take the candy because I know he can't keep it up much longer and because I want to believe my dad is still in there... somewhere.

I can't bear to look into the window again. I don't want to see how he place them on the floor and eat the candy. I put my pice in my mouth, but spit it out again. it is to bitter. Just like Damian likes it. I know it can't go on like this much longer. I know that soon it will be too late.

As it grows dark, and the wind becomes harder, I get up to go back inside the house. The door squeaks but I know he won't wake up. His is too far away, in a world only he knows. I go to the kitchen first. Mom and dad are asleep on the floor. They have a bed, but Damian doesn't let them use it anymore. He says that they sleep on the floor like the pets they have become.

I don't care about the noise of metal against metal. It is'ent to loud. Just loud enough for the cat to lift his head, but him I ignore to. I make sure the knife is steady. It is big. Too big for my hands. He is snoring. Mom wakes up. Her eyes widen. She doesn't stop me. She doesn't speak a word. She never will. Not of this. I let the knife go through his flash. Fell how easy it is.

And with that, we are free.