Sehun coughed once again. His coughing had increased the last couple of days. His mother watched him from afar. Wondering when her sons health would get better. The tornado happened a while back but her son only seemed to get worse.  Flipping another channel, Sehun coughed some more. His mother sighed. Maybe he needed a newer environment. They had moved but still, was it the weather ?   "Hunnie-ah." His mom called sitting down next to him.   "Yes ?" He looked at her. Eyes red and tired.   "Remember when you said you wanted to go skiing ?" Sehun nodded at that. "Want to go tomorrow ?"   "R-really?" He stuttered.   "Yes. But first you have to sleep."   "Yes !" Sehun said and then sneezed a gust of wind strong enough to take down a few cows. It knocked down the TV and the surround system around it.   "Oops." Sehun said looking at his mother. They both laughed as they made eye contact. Sehun getting up and going to bed. He made a silent note of when sneezing, he would do it with nothing around.   He laid in bed stirring in his sleep. He could feel something. Something bad. It was strong and dark. He could see all colors. Blues green, white, orange, yellow, silver, purple and gold. And on the other side was darkness surrounded by light. It crept closer attacking the brighter colors, destroying. Every hit stung in Sehun's heart. "Fight back !" Sehun yelled. "Do something !" But it was hard for the colors. They were at their last bit of strength before everything exploded.   "Sehun !!"    Sehun opened his eyes. It was a bit blurry as he focused on his mother.   "You okay ?" She asked and Sehun nodded. "You sure ?" She asked and Sehun noticed that he was floating a bit off his bed. Air behind his back moving him gently. He blinked and he fell back on his bed gently.   He smiled at his mom as he sat up.   "Let's get ready ?" Sehun asked and his mother nodded. "The maids packed everything last night and breakfast is ready."   They ate quickly. All excited to have a trip again. As a family again.  They got on their private jet to fly to the mountains. Sehun looked at the snow with bright eyes. They got snow in Seoul but not like this. So bright, a blanket of white. His mother helped him change on the plane. A undershirt, a low sleeve, a sweater and a winter coat over that. His parents wore something similar and they all wore matching white boots.   They stepped off the plane and looked curiously around. A car pulled up and they were soon into warm. The driver greeted  them nicely and welcomed them. They drove for a while. Passing cars and houses. Kids played outside happily and teenagers walked around talking and laughing. All used to the cold. They soon pulled up to a nice modern looking house. It was big, a good four floors and a warm blue color that barely showed through the snow.   They put their clothes away and looking around the house which took most of their time. There was a deck outside. The maids had salted it while they inspected the house and it was snow free. Sehun slid the door open and walked towards the edge. The cool air hitting his usually warm face. He clothes his eyes and took a deep breath, hands resting on the rail. When he exhaled, a gust of snow flew from one of the closer trees and was completely clean.   "Sehun ?" His mom called and he quickly turned around acting like he didn't do anything.   "Yes ?" He walked inside.   "Let's walk around town. Today is one of the warmer days so let's make the most of it." Sehun agreed and soon the three were all outside walking. A few of their guards walking a few paces away to give them space.   The town was small and friendly. They found a nice place that sold noddles. They didn't normally eat together so it was a little odd having his father on his left and mother on his right actually eating together. He could still hear his mother crying just a week ago about about his health. About with all the money they have to buy all the medicine in the world why, why wouldn't her son get better. Sehun wondered the same thing. Was this what the lady took ? Health was a needy thing but why did she take that ? Was his health so valuable to exchange for life ? Did it make any sense ?  To live but to be sick until you can't live any longer ? Was she playing with him ? Sehun's head hurt just thinking about it.  He could hear screams.   "Son ?" His dad's seem voice full of concern stopped his thoughts.   "Yes ?" Sehun answered.   "Your noodles are getting cold."   "Oh. Right."   It wasn't just the noddles that was cold.   .   "What's wrong with you ?" Jongdae's older brother asked him one day. It was night and the sky was clear. Stars shining bright from above.   "What do you mean ?" Jongdae signed.   "You're so touchy lately. Everything we do you get all upset and sparks something."   "No I don't." Jongdae signed and just as he did lightening flowed out of his hand shooting high into the sky. The brothers looked at each other with wide eyes.   "Whoops." Jongdae mouth. He sighed though as he brother settle back down, not before moving over a bit. Even if he was 'touchy' it wasn't his fault. This power, it was annoying. Everything about it. It's obvious, dangerous and unpredictable. It's lighting, electricity for Petes sake. The only one who it wasn't dangerous to was him.   Jongdae would know. He accidentally hit himself with a rod of it during his daddy son training times and closed his eyes as it hit. When he opened them he felt nothing and realize that it was just on him. Almost as if it was waiting for him to use it again.   "Useful." His father said and Jongdae glared at him. This training was useless. He was trying to harness the power not learn how to fight with it.    He got up from lying with his brother and signed a quick goodnight. He took a quick shower before going to his bed. His sad thoughts surrounded him again. How he longs to talk again. His voice, his voice was power. Strong and steady. He could hit all the notes and tones. He could portray his emotions through his voice. His life through his voice. He could say hello to people. Talk over the phone. Through the walls, during lunch. He could talk. And now it was all gone.   School has gotten worse. His friends had not left him but they didn't come around. He would see them at school and they would talk and try to include Jongdae but it was hard. If they asked a question that was more than a yes or no he couldn't answer it. He would motion it but they didn't understand. His hands are his mouth now and he can only talk through them. Jongdae hates breaks and lunch the most. At breaks the kid would chatter but none to him. They would whisper and point and look at him but wouldn't come up to him. He wasn't deaf, he could hear the mean words and bullying. He wasn't blind, he could see their eyes staring at him. He was a perfectly functional boy with a few side effects. Finding his friends at lunch was hard too. He couldn't call for them and they never had a set table.   So he would walk back to class an eat by himself. Thinking if his friends were looking for him, they would find him up here. They never did. So Jongdae bumped them down to acquaintances. He had no friends now. Well besides his older brother but family should always have a strong connection like friends.   Jongdae's connection was fading. He was always a bit snippy but this was worse because he couldn't project it out. It only made him even more upset. He threw things, walked away with people were talking to him, rolled his eyes, and sighed in annoyance. He was in pain and he expressed it through a temper. He wasn't upset all the time of course. The only time he is happy is in his dreams. Where he can  speak, sing, hum. Make a sound.   When Jongdae woke up the next morning and walked down the stairs, his whole family was seated and quiet. Not one hand touching the food that was placed.   "Oh Jongdae, you're awake. Good." His mother said and he signed her a goodmorning. She frowned at that.   "What's wrong ?" Jongdae signed sitting down.   "We have something important to tell you. But you have to promise you won't get upset. Jongdae nodded scrunching his eyebrows close.   "You know my brother has a nice place up in the mountains rights right ?" His dad said. "Well he lives on his own and we thought that he might be lonely and want company and-"   "We are sending you away." His mother cut him off. "You have a couple of hours before we drive you up there since we can't afford a plane or taxi.