TRITIO DELBIA {THE EVIL} FINISHED

Persausion can be very useful. But it wasn't my fathers persausion that made me flee from my own home. He disowned me and through me out. The last I saw of him was a pair of pale blue eyes flashing angrily at me. The eyes that we both share in common. Eyes that prehaps are the only thing we share in common. I hope it is... To have anything else in common with that man, would kill me. He is a horriable person. So I left and I didn't look back not even when i saw my twin, my brother. The only other person that thinks and is like me. I ignored his pleas, my family and me no longer exist no matter how much I love my brother.

All I took from the house was a single photo. A photo of me and my brother. When I look at the photo and I glance at my brother I see me. He has the same brown hair as I do, the same brown hair that is uncontrolable, but whentamed is smooth and straight. Or even the same small button nose that sits on my face as it does on his. The only differenc I see is brown, warm caramel eyes, the eyes of my mother. He isn't like my father, he and my father share nothing in common, unlike I and him. I share so much in common with him. We have the same height, the same long arms and and legs as well as body. The body of an athlete. The body of someone who is use to hard labour, someone who has total control. I am him from the outside in. I hate it, I want so much to be like my mother. That man is horrible, my brother is the one I want to be like. I have no hope that I will follow in his footsteps.

HAHAHA, but at least like any girl I have a sense of fashion, prehaps that is the only characteristic I share with my dead mother. My father has no sense and for that I am greatful, it seperates us, it does make me different in some way. And I only need one way to escape from him. I have it. I have grasped it with two hands and I will not let this go. I love wearing clothes that make me me, they stand out in a crowd and don't meld in like normal people. I love wearing shorts and shirts. Skirts and dresses bore me. My father disagrees, he thinks dresses and skirts are for woman, for ladies. But I didn't want any of that. I wanted power and control and if I was wearing a dress who would take me seriously? I wouldn't

All my life I have tried to please him, i have tried to do everything he wanted. Then I stopped. I didn't want to follow. I was and will never be a follower. I am a leader and someone who is in control. To follow is not me.

I liked watching the few puppet shows that visited the district. I loved watching how the people who played them had total control over the small and delicate material they held. It was fascinating to watch the material do wrongs and rights. They had no choice in the matter. Just like these days. I was the puppetmaster and I had my puppets. I played them like toys, they were mine to control. I loved being in control, people followed me, I was never born to follow. I played peoplelike puppets, and just like puppets they were stupid and listened to me and everything I said. Just like puppets their lives were meaningless, they were disposable, but some of them had there value, so I kept them close to me. Puppets have their uses. And sometimes they don't.

A long time ago my brother was in danger. He had been runningafter he had stolen an apple. A man had chased himdown a street, but worringly he was carrying a long carving knife... and even more scary was the crazed look on his face. I had been watching from the safety of a tree, as it had been a dare. I was regretting it. He ran, sprinting around the corner the apple clutched in his hand, he had the determination that I did to not lose and let it go. Then to my utter horror he tripped. The man was slower, but he wouls catch my Brother before he got up. I had to do something, I wasn't going to let my brother get butchered! I swung down from the tree, and sprinted as fast as I could to my brother. I had grabbed the apple from his hand and, just as the man came running at him swinging the blade, I chucked it as hard as I could. It hit the man in the head, but that wouldn't be enough. I leapt onto his front and punched him square in the face. The man fell. My brother called me brave. He said he wouldn't be alive. I called it courage to do the right thing.

I have always understood the way the world works, the reasons why it turns, the reasons why it changes from day to night. I understand the human body and how it works. I understand humans and everything about them. I just don't understand myself. I know what I want, I just don't know all the reasons why. All my life I have been misunderstood. All my life I have been told who I am, and who I should be. I never got the opurtunity to learn who I am for myself. I have always been tols what I must do with my life. I have never had the option to choose for myself. I have never had the chance to do what I will. I don't know who I am. And I don't know where or how to start searching. I'm just stuck on who I am. I want to know what I am and what my destiny. I want to believe that I am a good person. I know I am a good person, other might not believe it, they might not see or understand why I do the things I do. They may think it is evil... Just because they don't understand.

I have been alone all my life. I have had no one all my life, no one except my brother. I have no one... just my brother and now I have even torn myself away from him...

Some people hide from who they are, others are frightened of what they can do. Then there are people who just don't know. If you don't know who you are how are you to know what to do? If you are scared of who you are then why is life worth living? I am not scared of who I am, the only thing I'm scared of is who I will become. No matter what I will seek revenge for my fathers crimes. He will pay for what he has done. One day I will see my brother again. I just hope he is not disappointed of what I have become.