March. One month of the year that always has me feeling uneasy. Sure my birthday is coming up, but my father's birthday lands two days after mine. I don't recall it being that bad, but the day of my birthday was the same day he died. The pain was endless as was my grief. I feel like my whole life was a lie when he failed to tell me about The Darkness. He didn't tell me about it until I got killed and the Darkness placed me someplace else while it fixed me back up.
He told me everything. He admitted he wasn't sure if I was going to get these powers. Mostly because I am a girl. But what he didn't realize that he died so the powers can pass onto me. I was his only child, his only daughter. My mother disappeared shortly after my father's funeral and left me in my uncle Jimmy the Grape's care.
What was she doing all this time? Who knows. Her secrets remain hidden. But at the age of 21, I got these powers. Felt like pressure building up in my mind. Like my whole body was burning up and then turning cold. It's indescribable. I don't understand it half the time and here I am, still alive. I decided to go out and get a drink which was unusual for me. I never do that. But after what I been through, I needed it. But I ordered wine.
I haven't really seen much as I saw some people here acting weird. I shake my head and sipped the glass, as they looked at me nervously like they thought I was going to kill them since I was an Estacado and that I was known to do that to the bad people. Then I heard someone come up behind me and I just chuckle at what they were going to do.
"Are you that Estacado lady?"
I turned around and faced him as I held my empty glass then setting it down. I smiled at him. A harmless smile.
"What's it to you? Who wishes to know?"
"Word has spread that Franchetti was killed. By your hands. How does it feel?"
Of course they would talk about it. But no one was supposed to know who killed him. But I was in a dark place after doing that job and I was in charge of the family. The bartender told them to mind their business and they pulled guns out aiming at him. Now it's personal it seems.
"Now now boys. Let's not get nasty here. This is a good man who serves your drinks."
They turned their attention towards me and aimed their guns at my head.
"Stay out of this bitch if you know what's good for you."
I couldn't help but laugh.
"First you come over here asking if I had killed someone you knew and now you're telling me to stay out of it, Tsk tsk."
I reach up and unscrewed a lightbulb and my hand changed into an armored gauntlet and my body covered with armor as I walked over setting the bulb down gently. They backed away slowly and I walked toward them only to go to the set of light switches. I flipped the switches and the whole place went dark. Loud screams can be heard and after I flipped the switches, they landed on the ground in fetal positions.
"You didn't..."
"What? A murder them in front of you and customers? What kind of woman do you think I am?"
They got up and I placed my foot over him as the heel of my boot pressed them down gently. I leaned down as I pressed his gut downward.
"Now, with me being a Christian lady I am, I forgive you. But if I see you come around here raising guns at patrons or the bartender again, I'll be angry."
"P-Please don't hurt me!!"
I leaned over and lifted his chin with my armored arm. having him stare at my eyes. They filled him with fear as he stared at them.
"Be a good boy and leave with your buddies. I don't wish to be violent tonight. I'm in no mood for it."
I lifted my boot up and the armor on me faded as I screwed in the lightbulb back and he fled faster than a jack rabbit. I never seen him run so fast like that. I paid the tab and walked out of the bar and headed home. On my way there, I stopped by the cemetery. I placed flowers upon my father's grave and sat down in front of it.
"Dad, it's me again. I almost got into another fight again. But I stopped myself from trying to unleash my wrath. I know I have had a bad temper since I got these powers. I haven't been the same since I put an end to Frankie Franchetti. I just want to say I love and miss you. I'll be coming by tomorrow again and tell you about my day. You may not hear me, but I know you're listening. Somewhere."
I walked off after standing back up and headed home. I visit his grave everyday and bring flowers there. But someone keeps taking them off his grave. It's true though. Nothing is forever and sometimes it's endless. The pain for losing a loved one never goes away. But at times, I keep the pain to myself. I hide it.
As I said before, it was endless. But then, I heard someone follow me and I turned to a corner and hid there. The person who had followed met his fate and I grabbed him by the neck with my armored hand.
"D-Don't kill me!!", he shouted as I held him down. My darklings surrounded us and I looked down at him.
"You shouldn't have followed me."
I searched his jacket and found a letter with my name on it. I opened it up and read it. I looked down at him as he squirmed.
"What is this?? Why the hell would there be a letter about me??"
"Franchetti sends his regards before his death."
I glared down at him and punched him in the face. I stuffed the letter into my bag to look over later and I knew what was going on. Franchetti still had others who supported him and that he wants me dead. Yet from beyond the grave, he still has watchers following me. I couldn't let this man leave.
"I tell ya what. I'll let you live if you tell me what this letter means."
He smirked at me and just laughed. "You'll never know. You might as well kill me."
"ANSWER ME!!"
Then, he laughed again and his face was bruised up and everything. I glared at him and struck my hand into his chest and ripped out his heart. Then, he died instantly. I still didn't feel any better and placed it back into his chest. I healed him up but he chose to die anyway. Whatever. he can join Franchetti and his brother in Hell.
I stared at the sky as my clothes were all bloodied up and I fell to my knees and begged for forgiveness. In all my years of going to church, of being the good girl I used to be, I'll never get redemption. I guess I am damned for eternity.
