Metanoia (n.) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self or way of life.
Part one
Darcy Russo a nine year old girl living in a run down orphanage on the outskirts of Athens, Greece has had to fend for herself for the majority of her life. Bei...
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Me and my friends sit around the living room table, rolling blunts as Matias tells us about the newest girl he met at the club.
Lorenzo walks into the kitchen to grab a water and looks over at us. He gives me a quick nod before walking back out again.
"He looks like shit," Santiago says when he's fully out of ear range. It's true, he's wearing yesterday's suit and he has massive bags under his eyes.
See, even a couple of years ago Lorenzo would have whopped my ass for even touching weed but nowadays he's very slack with his rules. He doesn't even make us eat dinner together anymore.
We all have our ways of coping.
Lorenzo throws himself into his work, never letting his mind take a break because as soon as it's unoccupied thoughts of Darcy consume it.
Arlo and Dante committed their lives to the gym, working out until they're bodies collapse while Alonzo became one of the top five hitmen in the underworld, spending all his days looking for the next person to ruthlessly murder.
Gabriele and Luca now work under Lorenzo. Gabriele goes on back to back missions, constantly risking his life while Luca stays in the office and helps with the numbers side of things.
Angelo reacted worst of all, he refused to come home from that Villa in Spain for years, petrified that Darcy would return and not be able to find us. He eventually came back after we found out that she was dead but he's never around, choosing to come and go as a traveller.
Whereas me, I turned to drugs and partying with my friends to try and forget her.
The guilt was unbearable at first and I fell into a deep depression, refusing to leave my room. I attempted on my life one week after Darcy's funeral, unable to deal with the images of my baby sister, bloody and bruised on the floor of that cell.
I can't imagine what her final hours were like.
Santiago wouldn't leave my side after he found out. He's the heir of the Spanish mafia and we became good friends after his mafia tried assisting us in our ultimately pointless search for Darcy.
It was much more painful to lose her the second time around than it was the first. This time we actually knew her as her own person, we knew her sense of humour, her personality, her heart.
It's hard to forget her when there's constant reminders everywhere, her paintings and pictures of her are hung up everywhere and the thing she loved most of all is snuggling into my side.
I've been taking good care of Bear, he's extremely spoiled. It's the least I can do.
Our sesh is interrupted by a guard storming into the room. "Sir," He pants, clearly having ran here. I look at him expectantly.
"We have an intruder in the cells, who claims to have taken part in the murder of your sister," He finally gets out.
"So? They always claim-," Seb replies but is rudely cut off by the guard. "No you don't understand, they are very knowledgeable about the injuries Miss Darcy endured and they even mentioned the severed finger," He explained.
