Marissa Riva is the Italian mafia princess. She has been missing since she was 4. Kidnapped by her own mother.
The Riva family was mentally destroyed after her disappearance.
Then the father was gone too.
Leaving the six brothers with no hope, bro...
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"Just don't get hurt." He told me.
"Just don't die." I told him and he smiled.
Then he left.
I cried into my hands until I felt someone hugging me. Sandro.
Blake left me.
I didn't know how much he was important in my life until he left me. I feel the void. It hurt me. It made my heart's lock stronger. No one can break it beside him and he left.
My heart is gonna remain locked. Scared. Cold. Closed.
"I hate him so much!" I said. "God! Why am I crying?!? I hate him!"
"It will be okay." Sandro kissed the top of my head.
"Why would he want to leave though? I don't understand!" I said frustrated. Angry at him.
"Bambina you know he did the right thing... Whatever you two had was not safe for either of you.." Leo said. I chuckled humourlessly and backed away from the hug Sandro was giving me then I just left because I can't do this anymore.
This hurt is worse than the physical one so I am gonna transform it into a physical. That, I can handle for sure.
I run up the stairs. I open my room's door. And I close it. And I lock it.
TW;SH:
I look for it. I find it. I find my knife. I can't wait to not feel it anymore. The pain. To not feel the pain for small seconds and think I have the solution for it.
I sit on my bathroom floor. The knife is next to me. Looking at me. Telling me to do it. Telling me I will feel better.
That's not the voices. That's my addiction to pain.
I don't want to do it.
Yet I want to feel that pain. Not the pain that Blake caused.
The relief that hurts for a second.
Last time I promise. This is the last time.
I need it.
I take the knife. I turn my arm. I see the old ones leaving ugly scars on my forearm. It's so ugly. My life is ugly.
I put the knife on my skin and I cut myself.
One cut for Blake leaving me.
One cut for letting myself care for him.
One cut for the John's shit show.
One cut because it's my fault.
One cut because it's always my fault.
5 cuts.
The blood was running while I was looking at it leaving my body. My mind focused on the physical pain. I can breathe for a second.
