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.

sister last week. She was in Seattle, what's her name? She isn’t

know all about my sisters not so friendly demeanor. And it has nothing to do with the brown-haired

“Guilia.”

answer, and I get to lose myself in my work, finishing the forest. I start with the eyes of the wolves. My attention to detail is not where I want it to be. Mrs. Lana said it will come in time.

colors I have used are dark, and the yellow from the leaves is a bit too light.

talk very often, do you?” I jump at the sound of her voice right behind me, and my paintbrush goes across the canvas ruining the lake.

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 it out by now,” I

of hers

is making it really hard since she came home last week. My school is closing only on Friday, and ordinarily, like her, I returned home before the last day, but Ren and Gabriel have a big game tomorrow, and I want to stay. Why she thought to follow me

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 understand her

frown at the question

boys weren't exactly familiar with the

I survey the damage,

hours to fix

it makes me seem like a horrible person because I am not 'nice.' I am my father’s daughter,