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Beauty- it takes true beauty to be able to truly express love

Bellezza

 

From the moment iI was born, something set me apart from the “average person.”. For starters, I looked nothing like either of my parents. I had deep, brown, curly hair, a face full of freckles, an unnatural hourglass-shaped figure, a height of 5’8”, and to top it off, I had one brown eye and one blue one. And my parents were blond, blue-eyed, and of normal proportions. I have been told that from the moment they saw me, they thought I was the most beautiful person they had ever seen. So when I was three years old, I was promptly locked in the basement and forgotten about. And that's where I am today, 12 years later.

 

Life goes on pretty much the same until the day my parents bring home my little brother. My beautiful Leo Fortis Bianchi. He was the reason I began to live again. I could listen up the vents and hear him laughing and cooing as my parents played with him and gave him all the love that I had failed to receive over the years. It gave me contentment at night to fall asleep and know that he was safe, he was the only love I would experience in all of my years. It went on like this for the next month or two. Until the day there was a new tone in my parent's voices as they answered the door, which had been, since Leo’s arrival, a joyous occasion filled with love and laughter. But this time, there was just business-like conduct as the strange person entered our home. I assumed he must be one of the doctors assigned to take care of Leo if he ever fell ill. So I tuned out for most of the conversation, until I heard the words, “Yes, the procedure is quite safe; almost 90% make it through alive.” But by that time, it was late and I was tired, so I went to bed and forgot all about it.

 

In my dream, I lusted over the image displayed of my family and I on the beach, me holding Leo in my arms, smiling down on him,  and saying quietly, I love you my little Bellissimo Ragazzo. But something ripped me from my fantasies as I heard my mother's voice in the desolation of hysteria as she cried, “No, not my Leo” and sank to her knees to the floor, writhing with the pain of it. Then, I heard my father crumple under the pure stress of it …

I hadn't realized what this meant until now. “My little Bellissimo was the one under surgery, the same one which had failed on me and sent me into this life, but on him, it had failed and taken his life. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. It felt as if someone shot me in the heart 100 times. Nothing else, nothing, mattered anymore. I can't go on without the light of my life now … I just can't. I cried that night until I was so dehydrated that I started to throw up, and continued until I passed out. The next morning, I  awoke with the sense that I was dead,  only to discover grudgingly that I was in fact alive. That day, something changed in me. I began to ponder the idea that if there wasn't the stupid procedure, my Leo would still be with us.

 

I then realized that I didn't have a reason to live anymore, so I decided I was going to make them see what they are doing, even if it kills me. So I slept with those thoughts quarreling through my mind. I awoke the next day and dressed in the white garments I was given to wear if ever I was to be found, I brushed my hair and twisted it up. Then I made my way outside and blinked around at my surroundings. I had missed the looming sea and the fields upon fields of roses that surrounded our town. I walked on the long forgotten ”ground roads” that had been used in older times. I  followed that path that took me to the city hall, where the citizens have all gathered to eat their breakfast and discuss the gossip of the town. As I reach the center of the town tears, threatened to break me, but I held strong.

“People of Rosewood I have come here today to enlighten you,” I yell. “For too long have I been shamed for looking different, and for too long have you been damaged by looking the same.” “Yesterday, my baby brother was taken by these monsters and had the procedure done on him, which killed him.” . “I will not stand for my government taking away our beauty any longer,  For with the beauty or diversity comes, true love.

And let it be known that..”

 

I was killed that day,  shot by a government official.

But my legacy, Leo's legacy will remain in the spark that was lit in my town. And I guarantee that I did not die in vain.

 

From the moment iI was born, something set me apart from the “average person.”. For starters, I looked nothing like either of my parents. I had deep, brown, curly hair, a face full of freckles, an unnatural hourglass-shaped figure, a height of 5’8”, and to top it off, I had one brown eye and one blue one. And my parents were blond, blue-eyed, and of normal proportions. I have been told that from the moment they saw me, they thought I was the most beautiful person they had ever seen. So when I was three years old, I was promptly locked in the basement and forgotten about. And that's where I am today, 12 years later.

 

Life goes on pretty much the same until the day my parent's brought home my little brother. My beautiful Leo Fortis Bianchi. He was the reason I began to live again. I could listen up the vents and hear him laughing and cooing as my parents played with him and gave him all the love that I had failed to receive over the years. It gave me contentment at night to fall asleep and know that he was safe, he was the only love I would experience in all of my years. It went on like this for the next month or two. Until the day there was a new tone in my parent's voices as they answered the door, which had been, since Leo’s arrival, a joyous occasion filled with love and laughter. But this time, there was just business-like conduct as the strange person entered our home. I assumed he must be one of the doctors assigned to take care of Leo if he ever fell ill. So I tuned out for most of the conversation, until I heard the words, “Yes, the procedure is quite safe; almost 90% make it through alive.” But by that time, it was late and I was tired, so I went to bed and forgot all about it.

 

In my dream, I lusted over the image displayed of my family and I on the beach, me holding Leo in my arms, smiling down on him,  and saying quietly, I love you my little Bellissimo Ragazzo. But something ripped me from my fantasies as I heard my mother's voice in the desolation of hysteria as she cried, “No, not my Leo” and sank to her knees to the floor, writhing with the pain of it. Then, I heard my father crumple under the pure stress of it …

I hadn't realized what this meant until now. “My little Bellissimo was the one under surgery, the same one which had failed on me and sent me into this life, but on him, it had failed and taken his life. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. It felt as if someone shot me in the heart 100 times. Nothing else, nothing, mattered anymore. I can't go on without the light of my life now … I just can't. I cried that night until I was so dehydrated that I started to throw up, and continued until I passed out. The next morning, I  awoke with the sense that I was dead,  only to discover grudgingly that I was in fact alive. That day, something changed in me. I began to ponder the idea that if there wasn't the stupid procedure, my Leo would still be with us.

 

I then realized that I didn't have a reason to live anymore, so I decided I was going to make them see what they are doing, even if it kills me. So I slept with those thoughts quarreling through my mind. I awoke the next day and dressed in the white garments I was given to wear if ever I was to be found, I brushed my hair and twisted it up. Then I made my way outside and blinked around at my surroundings. I had missed the looming sea and the fields upon fields of roses that surrounded our town. I walked on the long forgotten ”ground roads” that had been used in older times. I  followed that path that took me to the city hall, where the citizens have all gathered to eat their breakfast and discuss the gossip of the town. As I reach the center of the town tears, threatened to break me, but I held strong.

“People of Rosewood I have come here today to enlighten you,” I yell. “For too long have I been shamed for looking different, and for too long have you been damaged by looking the same.” “Yesterday, my baby brother was taken by these monsters and had the procedure done on him, which killed him.”. “I will not stand for my government taking away our beauty any longer,  For with the beauty or diversity comes, true love.

And let it be known that..”

 

I was killed that day,  shot by a government official.

But my legacy, Leo's legacy will remain in the spark that was lit in my town. And I guarantee that I did not die in vain.

State
MI
Zip Code
48130