Valentino

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*Song; The in-between Evanescence *

Unlike him, I killed for him, not for the love of something that can never be mine, but the violence in my life pulled my soul towards the darkness. No matter how hard I fought to free my soul it wasn't enough. They say it's men are the ones that created evil on earth. It is the choices they make that enslave their souls but I say I was born without one.
This is my life......

The loud sounds of sirens and honking cars invaded my ears with sounds I wasn't accustomed to. The busy city of New York was completely different than small country city in my home country in Italy.
Speaking broken English does no justice; I'm only sixteen in a city filled with buildings and busy people, as they move away from us as we walk. Following mio Zio (my Uncle) who even at my age I look taller. He wore a black wool body coat nothing compared to my torn-up jeans and a black leather jacket.

We're are like day and night, he fancies himself where I wore torn up clothes with more mental to my face and ink on my body. Yea I'm only 16 and ink has already become a passion for me, which explains why I'm here walking the streets with my uncle instead of back home in Italy.

Just hours ago my mother and father sat in our living room as I stormed in from another night out. I got stuck working with bunch kids ripping apart tourist cars and re-selling them. I had no choice my father was just diagnosed with cancer and my mother was juggling two jobs to make ends meet. I love my mother more than life but I wasn't close to my father as I should be. He almost did anything to avoid me and disciplining me was out of the question.

Nonetheless, he was still my father, a man who was naive in his own way, a sweet man nothing like my uncles. For my mother's sake, I did everything I could to make things a little easier; or so I thought.

My father had no choice but to let my uncle come and take me.

Here we were, walking to an uptown apartment in the city I'd never been to and I place I'd only heard about with a man I never met.

As we get closer to a large skyscraper I can't help to stand there in amazement by the larger than life building. I look to see the city reflecting off the windows appearing as if the building was on fire. I stood behind him as three additional muscular men stood next to him with handguns on their hips, there I stood tall and thin.

My uncle said no words I just followed him with no questions asked, as he hit the number ninety on the elevator, as we got closer and closer to the sky I felt the pressure in my ears pop, I squeezed my eyebrows wondering why my uncle had to be so close to heaven.

But no words dare escape my mouth, my uncle was a scary man; all my seven uncles spoke about him as if he was the evilest man on earth, I often wonder what made him so evil.

As the elevators opened there it was slick shining floor wooden floors with a grand piano in the far corner but the most prestige thing about the place was the view that surrounded us.