Capo Dei Capi (Secrets of the Famiglia Part 1)

6 years ago

The brush in my hand is like a wand, it takes me to places, filled with color and spaces that are far away from here. A place I can create with a dip of color and a glide of my hand.

Usually, my places of choice are twisted. The hells of my mind, finally leaving its confines. This one is different.

There is no murder, death, betrayal, or heartache in this project. This beauty is not about the darkness that lingers in my head but by the mind's ability to keep it at bay. Magic

Magic is potent, and all that I desire shall come true. In this painting, a happy ending can come in the form of what I decide. I am the creator now, and I am free to create the end I choose. I have a choice as I paint my creation into life.

If only my reality bore similarities to this art piece.

“Why do you spend so much time here? It is so dusty. Icky. Have you thought about painting in the garden like a normal painter?” The female voice whines from the chair in front of me as I dip my brush in the yellow and brown pallet wobbling on the old wooden stool next to my board.

“Why do you insist on following me when I want to be left alone?” She’s like a pesticide that won't go away.

last week. She was in Seattle, what's

filling. I know all about my sisters not so friendly demeanor. And it has nothing to do

“Guilia.”

the forest. I start with the eyes of the wolves. My attention to detail is not where I want it to be. Mrs.

leaves is a bit too light. I am going to have to change it once I am done with the

often, do you?” I jump at the sound of her voice right behind me, and my paintbrush goes across

you even here? Your house is next door, not here. I don't even like you. I would think considering the excellent grades you are constantly bragging about, you'd have figured

big light brown eyes of hers

ordinarily, like her, I returned home before the last day, but Ren and Gabriel have a big game tomorrow, and I want

at her when she remains standing there, looking at me. Her hair is brown and curly, she is gorgeous and a pure Italian princess. We are so different, I don't

nice to you, are they?” I frown at the question

weren't exactly familiar with

to my ruined canvas, I say nothing as I survey the damage, seeing it isn't as

a few hours to

because I am not 'nice.' I am my father’s daughter, there is nothing warm about me besides the blood