Dear Miss Emmy, Yes, I received your letter. All of them, in fact. I am only writing to you now to request that you stop. I don�t want to hear about the DiPotere Legacy, all I know is the DiPotere Curse. I�m sure you know Mirabella is dead. You were off traipsing about Italy, and I was away at college. We could have saved her, but we weren�t there. You asked about my college pursuits. It was a nightmare, if you really want to know. Mirabella wasn�t there for me to call. Mother wasn�t there for me to call. You weren�t there for me to call. Dad has turned into some kind of automaton. So, I made it through the freshman year in a daze. I did a lot of painting that year, and thinking about Mirabella, and Mother, and the whole bloody mess that has been my life. Dad left before I was even a teen, and then Mother died. You were nowhere to be found. Why didn�t you write sooner? I grew into a young adult, and Mirabella died. I had no one. Sophomore year I continued my painting. I thought about being an artist, but what came out of my head was too painful, so I decided to major in physics instead. I began my relentless pursuit of knowledge. It filled up my time and kept the painful memories at bay. By junior year, I was a 4.0 student, but there was no real joy in it for me. I spent my time completing assignments, writing papers, and playing my upright bass. Nothing seemed to take away the pain that seeped through my mind. I decided to stay on the physics track, and live out my college years in the dormitory. Everything I needed was there, and the random influx of people kept me from becoming a hermit. In fact, the only real pleasure I was to find during those long four years was in the discovery I could influence others to do my bidding. Finally, a reprieve from the endless papers and assignments, and I filled my time with chess games and a new instrument. I took great joy in forcing that obnoxious cow mascot to clean. When senior year was over, I was more that ready to leave. But where to go? I couldn�t go home. Back to where Mira and I had shared so many memories�I just couldn�t. I wonder often about the cats, and mother�s tombstone, but I�m just not strong enough to go there. So that�s how I came to live here, with Bella and Dad. At first, I hated Bella. I blamed her for everything, as Mira had taught me. Soon, though, I began to get to know her, and she opened up the doors to a world I never knew existed. Dad isn�t Dad anymore, he�s just...a thing. Bella is the one who was finally able to help me. She taught me how to let my anger out�to let it grow and build until I could use it against those who would hurt me. She taught me to focus and let the anger flow through me like a volt of electricity, and that, when I wanted, I could release it onto the world. Dad, in his weakened state makes the perfect target to practice on. I shock him with volt after volt, and he simply sniffles and walks away. What a weakling. But not me. For the first time in my life I feel strong. I�m learning potions and spells, and soon, Bella says we will move on to the next level in my education. I don�t know what that means, but I am excited. Bella even got me a job at BellTech Labs, which, as it turns out, she owns. I�m doing Paranormal Research now, and Bella says the sky's the limit. Bella is everything I need now. Unlike Mother, and Mirabella who left me alone. Unlike Dad, who�s become unrecognizable from the man I once knew. Unlike you, who wasn't there when I needed you most. All I ask now is that you let me be. Sincerely, Maria DiPotere-Goth ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ |
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