^Davey Versace^D9 {FIN}

Sincerity, untainted by motives or charades, can be found in its purest form within my heart.

I do not hide my intentions behind stone like my sister; I wear them on my chubby cheeks and let my constant grin speak for me.

Eccentricity runs within my family’s veins.

We are a collection of free thinkers, appearing to be on different planets to the outside viewer, merely tossed into the same galaxy by chance. But we are fiercely loyal intertwined in our core, with wiry dark hair and a devious glint in our eyes; the Versace’s are a sturdy bunch. We spend our days together, endlessly entertaining ourselves with small adventures into great unknowns. Though it’s clear our family struggles to keep our head’s above water, especially in the poor District 9, we find happiness in each other, despite our differences. I, for one, always manage to smile as they fight over petty things, because I know that at the end of the day we’ll still be working in a shitty restaurant, right next to each other like the family we really are. So, yes, we may be a bit bizarre, but we are family.

I’ve never been ashamed of my kin, with their idiosyncrasies and abnormalities. I embrace every aspect of them, whether it be Ellie’s manipulative tendencies or Autumn’s painfully awkward social skills, I do not hesitate to be associated with them. I can remember a time when we were younger where the world seemed to be a scary place, filled to the brim with monsters and old people, but it was Ellie’s gusto that saved me. I remember getting lost in the district square, panic swelling as I searched for home, it was Autumns gentle touch and reassuring monotone voice that lead me home. I’m aware sisters are crazy, and I know will never understand them, but don’t ever doubt for a hot second that I would be at their side in a moment’s notice.

Moments of doubt do exist. Flashes of clarity uncertainty where I question their schemes. Fractions where I am tempted to stop them, let them know that they can’t just do whatever they want. Actions have reactions. But them they do it anyway, and I realize my mistake. Reactions are what we are looking for.

One of the more irritating aspects of always being around my siblings is that we tend to blend together in the eyes of others. All too often I can hear the whispers of ”There go the Versace kids.” But I am not my sisters.

Because, while my older sister is merely a wisp of her own person, and my younger sister is harder than stone, I am a tornado of ideas, a swirling powerhouse of questions and inventions, an unfathomable collection of the unimaginable. I refuse to bend or conform.

I am my own person, starkly refusing to obey society.

I can remember a time when I was laughed at for being so unique, younger years of painful insults and cruel laughter, my sister’s bizarre tendencies arriving before me. I was thrust into a role of a Versace. My family has dictated who I am in the eyes of others. Being a middle child has swallowed me whole. I struggle to make my own mark, but with Autumn’s poor reputation and Ellie’s unavoidable temper, I feel lost within them. I turn to music.

The small harmonica can fit in the palm of my hands. Its cool metallic covering fuels the musical fire within. It began years ago, when my father casually handed it to me. His gruff voice told me of a time when he himself used to play. I can remember looking up at him, chubby face filled with astonishment that he would trust me with such an important artifact. Years later I learned it was not worth much, but despite being plastic and iron it’s a priceless item to me.

When the girls become too much, and my father is too busy being panicky, it’s the little harmonica that I turn to. When I force air through the slots, and the sharpest little whistle vibrates within my hands, I am not just a boy. I force my way through the chambers and become the song. I am nothing without music, and music is nothing without me. I will always be a musician at heart, and no matter how much people tell me things like “Your songs suck,” and “Stop repeating the same note,” I know I will never be different.

I have embraced being an outsider. The words of ice and glares of stone fall upon an unbreakable metal. I know I am strange, that not everyone will like me, and that the world is different from the point of view of others. I am willing to be open-minded and accept realities different than my own, because I enjoy others, even if they do not enjoy me. My sisters, on the other hand, like to trick themselves into thinking they are normal and the world will eventually conform to their needs. But I’m aware that the world doesn’t work like that, and it never will.

I accept the world for what it is.
I embrace the extraordinary.
I am Davey Versace, through and through.