Grieving of a Sunflower

A bullet goes through my head.

My kids, seeing everything, ran to me as I dropped onto the cold tile floor. On my last breaths I told them how much I loved them, but as everything turned dark I saw the coldness of my husband’s stare.

I thought about my life.

Coming from a rich family I had everything, but wasn't happy.

My older brother molested me when I was 8 but my parents didn’t care. In fact,  they all raped me over and over. Finally, I ran away. I went into a small town in the south of Italy where all the flowers bloomed and kept me safe. I started making a living as a florist, and after a couple years I had enough money to get away from the past and into the free land.

When I got to Brooklyn, I went to see my great-aunt Louisa. She was an old kindred soul who recently had a terrible disease and no one was there to take care of her. One day while buying groceries, I bumped into a bunch of men who surrounded me.

“Oh, what a pretty little lady doing in the mean streets she might get herself hurt with all the big men,” one man said.

“Give this bitch what she deserves!” another cried out as I suddenly was held by a few men who ripped off my dress. As they were about to take off their pants, one of my captors was knocked out by a karate chop. My savior knocked the rest out by kicks and punches, then he helped me up, lending me his jacket.

He said,“Siete bene, signorina?”
“Yes, I’m okay. Thank you for saving me, ” I replied.
“You’re welcome signorina. I’ll walk you back home. Just be careful next time when you’re around here. Hey, I haven’t seen you here before. What’s your name?”
“Oh, how rude. I’m Ariana. You?”
“Marco. Hey, I was wondering if you want to hang out sometime.”
I blushed at his offer and accepted. That encounter, we started to see each other more and afterwards we got married and had two kids together. I thought we would be together forever.I didn’t know at the time but but the man who saved me,the one who I fell in love with, was gone.

He became the mob boss after his father died and he started gambling, killing people, using drugs, occasionally sleeping with other women and even men. He became addicted to the unwanted desires, and I started to feel the past consuming me slowly. The past kept on consuming me like a disease until finally Marco said he didn't want me anyone , and pulled the trigger ending me. I thought to myself as a dim light faded from my eyes,Was my life meant to be crap the whole time?