Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)
Chapter 2 (Aliyana)
Present-day
The darkness can be the setting for one's nightmare or the sign of one’s escape. There are instances between life and death, decisions we need to make.
Only when we are weighing our options thinking we chose the most plausible of the lot, we have no idea that the selections we end up making, can sometimes have drastic consequences.
Like the people who killed my friend, Ren. They had no idea when they pulled that trigger, we were going to catch up to them so easily. Stupid people. The one who betrayed us had no inclination that we would ever find out.
We have, well, I have. And right now, I am the one with the trump card. But showing my hand too early would not be wise so I bite my tongue. Waiting.
The long skinny brush hangs by the tail end through my nimble fingers as the brown-colored tip glides across the roughened canvas, reminding me, how easy one small simple judgment can influence a vast amount of other aspects. We are the product of our choices. And most of the time we screw it up, royally.
What we do, what we say, where we end up is all part of who we choose. Yes, who. Because it all comes down to you verse everyone else.
Like this painting, I chose the brown thinking it was going to bring a balance to the grey clouds, but all it brings is duller, faded shades of grief.
In the not too different past, I assumed that life wasn’t a nomination of oneself but the rulings of the ones around me. My opinion on that changed, the day Marco Catelli walked out of my life. My ‘take’ on a lot of things has changed since then. Including my interpretation of the word ‘art’. Once a form of indulgence, now my promise of vengeance. How easily is the heart tainted by its adversary, rejection?
missing something so full. Yes, full, because it is all
I am full of pain and
pale my existence has become. In the darkness of my bedroom I convince myself
be around, smiling at me, looking me in the eyes, and telling me that it was just a dream. Yes, it would be one heck of
Smooth sailing is a joke, nothing is ever simple, and if anyone tries to convince you differently, then I suggest you have your Glock against their head for spewing shit to you. Because life is hard, your battles aren’t like everyone else but don’t make them any less real.
dangerous ride just being born. Add in the extras and you got yourself a life fit
kind. Talk about someone getting whacked, or your uncle Benny just dropping off
is what the underworld is about, and we, the women born in this darkness take
we will not settle for anything else than our brand of fucked up. We only know one way. And even if you are stupid enough to want different, the men will find you and haul your ass right back
a good choice, we have to choose ourselves to survive in the 5th State. Even a normal boy figured that out. It is a pity selling someone out is considered bad manners though, else he would
a story without a proper face. Some say she is a slave to her parents, who keep
My mouth tilts at the thought of our last interaction just a few days ago. My ‘presumably’ dead cousin, now a biker named Knight. How small is the
to pay close attention to the rustic chair I’m currently painting into life, as the cold air seeps through my jersey. I twirl my brush, making sure I get the perfect curl around the chair's back. I would
tiny brush to get the corner end of the chair perfects to my naked eye.
comes down to options. Decisions, decisions. The wind blows my crouched, awkward form as my lips tug at how every day is a new day, making