Capo Dei Capi (Secrets of the Famiglia Part 1) novel Chapter 21

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.

“I have my reasons. I saw your sister last week. She was in Seattle, what's her name? She isn’t very friendly.”

I press my lips together as I focus on the trees I am currently filling. I know all about my sisters not so friendly demeanor. And it has nothing to do with the brown-haired Barbie sitting in the old wooden chair in the center of the attic, disturbing my peace.

“Guilia.”

She is quiet after I 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. Now I am just finding my style.

The colors I have used are dark, and the yellow from the leaves is a bit too light. I am going to have to change it once I am done with the wolves.

“You don't 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. I've spent a week perfecting.

“What the hell is your problem, Elisa? Why are you 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 snap at her.

Those big light brown eyes of hers widen at my outburst.