Todays short story goes to Mischa DeMarco. It is a small piece I wrote right now.
Now that the Secrets of the Famiglia is finished I am going to be doing a Spin off series about the Shadows. But before that I am going to do a full novel about 20 year old Mischa (Marco’s daughter)
The Sins of my mother
Mischa
I used to think life was easy, I used to think that I could make any choices, and I would never turn my outcome. So I lived, I loved, I breathed on my sins until I suffocated. Gravity forgot about me. The earth was too low from the sun. I felt invincible. I had hopes and dreams that didn’t mean much to others, but to me, it meant everything.
I remember the day when I met you. Your heart was vaulted behind your pain. Your eyes a mystery for the hurt you festered for so long. I knew you were drowning and I wanted to save you. I wanted you like I wanted my next hit. I knew I could twist your pain into just remembrance. I was certain I could make you laugh harder than the ice surrounding you. So I set it up, I twisted your faith because I could and in the interim I fell hard and fast for my next addiction.
I never had an intention on staying this long. My heart didn’t have a feeling besides a coldness that resuscitated me. I would dream of it all. I used to believe in a world were I couldn’t exist. I hated myself. I wanted it to end. I wanted it to become a memory. But I pulled on my ropes too hard that my bleeding wounds remained. I couldn’t hang on not even for you. But then she came and I knew I had to try. I fought my demons everyday and I began to believe that I finally conquered it. There was hope after all. Do you remember the times when I laughed. You really did that. You out of the entire male population breathed something into me. But my darkness swirled, it didn’t like the power you had on me. So I did what I always did. I made sure you soared while I died. I made sure you smiled while I pretended.
I am not sick or crazy. I am not mad or insane. I am just haunted by my past. I fear that if you really saw me, if you really looked in my eyes it will frighten you. I am not made for this happiness, I was made for something else.
She is my anchor. I will live for her, I will soar because of her, but I have to let you go. Its for your own good. God abandoned me the day I was born. I have never told anybody this but I know about my father. My mother once got so high that she confessed. I was the product of a rape. I was a mistake. Something born with no love. You are an amazing man but I can not be that girl. I have to live in the darkness where I belong. I do not deserve your love and affection. I don’t deserve to smile when I am the outcome of another’s torture.
It isn’t much,but I hope you guys enjoy it.
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