Italian-American Mafia: Origin Story

20.

Persephone Pov

A wave of calmness washed over me. I don't remember ever being this calm.

I craved this feeling.

I envy people who are given the chance to have this feeling.

All of the feelings I've known are pain and anger.

I never once had a sense of serenity every time I went home.

Home. I never had that at all anyways.

People say home is where your heart his. Home is not the four walls you stay in but the people who you can count on.

The people who love you unconditionally and won't ever hurt you.

The people who you can depend on and trust with your whole life.

The people where you can easily talk to and not have to worry about anything.

Well that's fucking funny because the people who are supposed to love me abuse me.

The people who are not supposed to hurt me, inflict me pain in the most possible way.

The people who I'm supposed to trust gives me millions of reasons NOT to trust them.

The people who are supposed to show me love neglect me.

The people that I'm supposed to be talking to with NO problem scream at me and tell me I'm worthless.

So you see, I never had anyone from the start. I have always had myself and no one else.

Well that was until Hades.

When he was picked to be my partner I thought for sure we weren't ever going to be this close.

Hell I thought we weren't going to get a long, but fate had other plans.

When I found out a lot about Hades I could never relate to somebody more.

When I found out he got abused at home, it broke my heart because he's not only my best friend, he is someone I can trust.

Even though it's been about roughly 2 months now, I've been with him everyday.

We talk on the phone, at school, when I'm at work, or just in general.

We discovered places together, we saw things together, we did things together, and we even told each other our deepest darkest desires together.

Hades knows more about me than anyone else does. My parents don't give a shit about me but Hades does.

Hades has been there from the beginning. Even though we meet 2 months ago he's never given me a reason to not trust him.

My trust issues have always been fucked up but when I'm with Hades, it's like I can put my whole life on the line and I won't be afraid.

That is the reason why I tried to stay awake after I called him.

That is why I didn't want to die because we have so much to accomplish together.

Hades and I came from different worlds yet we ended up being in similar situations.

Hades could have dumped all the work on me or simply not talk to me but he didn't.

He was the first person to want to get to know each other, and I will always thank him for that.

I was planning on not knowing him, because the easier you let people into your life the faster they leave.

Especially since high school deals with a lot of fake people, you never know who is real.

I try to pry open my eyes but it is to no avail. I want to see the green eyed Italian man who came to my rescue.

I'm in this darkness that I've known, but after I came to the realization I don't want to be here anymore.

I want to live and create my own business.

I want to run the mafia like we planned.

I want to explore the world.

I want to live my life, not in fear but in happiness as well.

I want to experience sex, love, lust, passion, and many other things.

I want to be able to have my first period.

I want to get married and have kids.

I want to get old and still look good even when I'm over 60.

I want to do so many things that I never got to do because my child hood was ripped away from me.

I want to prove to not only myself but to other people that just because you have a hard life doesn't mean you won't end up somewhere.

People always fall into the stereotypes that they grew up in.

I want to break that and let them know, just because you grew up in a bad neighborhood doesn't mean your going to end up fitting the stereotype.

I don't want to say goodbye not before I completed so many missions.

Help a bunch of people out.

Start organizations to help out with the world.

And lastly, I want to stay alive so I can finally get revenge on those people I should call parents.

I want to see them begging for their life, the WAY I was begging for them not to hit me.

I want to be the ones to take their last breath and see that they created a monster.

I want them to know what it feels like to be in pain. Not just physical, but emotionally and mentally in pain.

I want them to know that no one will ever save them, not even the devil himself.

I want them to know that they made a terrible mistake.

I've watched and endure everything that they put me through.

I've seen and heard things no child should ever have to see or hear.

And that's why I don't want to stay in this darkness forever.

So I try one last time to open my eyes, and I finally got them open.