bose, giovanni

[giovanni bose]

giovanni bose - eighteen - twelve - male - heterosexual - steph - eastern - danny schwarz

Rage. It is one emotion I have learned to control over the course of my very short eighteen years of life on this forsaken planet. My parents think very highly of me, have expectations I am supposed to fulfill, must.obey. Unlike my siblings who probably received little to no attention from them, I had the curse of being the first born and thus, in a way, everything was dumped upon my shoulders. I like to party. I like to have fun. But the only way to loosen up is with a good bottle of Scotch and a delicious female specimen by my side, preferably between the ages of eighteen and twenty five. No younger. No older.

So as a child, I never really saw my siblings. I know a tad bit about them-just enough to make it obvious we are related without having to look up our famous last name. You see, at birth I had been diagnosed with acute lymphocyte leukemia. It is when immature white blood cells continuously multiply and are overproduced in bone marrow. They crowd out the normal cells before spreading to other organs. Usually it results in death but I was one of those lucky kids who decided to put up a fight and live through it. Who knows if it is totally gone. I haven't had any problems, other than being stuck with Anemia, since I was five years old. So for five years I was basically isolated from my siblings. Five crucial years we could have been playing with Tonka trucks, actually being there to see a new sibling added to the family, beating up that mean kid next door for making fun of them....It sucks, to be honest, and even though Mother and Father aren't exactly the sweetest people on earth...Well, they did fuck up there to put it bluntly.

A doctor. More specifically a surgeon. I love medicine and you would think that after being in and out of the E.R for five years I'd hate it but instead I just fell in love with it. The beginning of a beautiful romance. However, my parents had a different idea. Once I was 'cured' of my cancer, I was sent off to live with my grandparents. I only went to visit my siblings over the summer and lived in Venice for the majority of my life. There I was trained to basically someday become a hit man for my father. He told me that if I relapsed, either way I was going to die so why waste the life of Alessio when I was most likely to die younger than him? His words sort of stuck with me, you know? I always did try to make up for lost time with my siblings and I felt that maybe if I had been there, Bell wouldn't be such a whore (seriously...close your legs.), Alessio wouldn't seem like such a loner (though it does work for him.) and the youngest? Well, maybe he would be better off just being part of another family. I beat up anyone who gave them problems, I stuck up for them through thick and thin, and quite frankly, I feel like I can't be part of the family. I grew up so isolated from them, from mankind in general, that I don't really talk to anyone...Except you of course. As my lover, my best friend, you're all I really have...or had. You know, I was supposed to die before you. This whole time I've wanted to relapse or just get shot while doing an assignment that way I wouldn't have had to do what I had to do. You know I didn't want to kill you...I love you. You didn't know my life, didn't care about my family name, the fact I basically killed people for a living, that I had cancer, that I felt...alone. All you cared about was me and it just...ruined everything. You shouldn't have slept with my father. You shouldn't have shown me all those drugs, the parties, how to loosen up, how to have fun, how to actually have a social life, or convince me that spending my highschool years actually in the same academy as my siblings...

No,you should have just stayed away while you had the chance. Nothing good comes out of the Montagues. It's probably why I have this twisted logic of just being so distant, violent...suicidal. I'm as messed up as the rest of us and no amount of money can really help here. Old money...New Money. Either way it's money and either way, it'd boring and won't give me back everything I worked hard for. So in your next life if a Montague tries to get in your pants, tell them to fuck off.

Or you'll end up six feet under.

But it's alright now and it's official. I'm no longer a Montague. I changed my name to one of my ancestors from my mother's side of the family so I wouldn't have to deal with being recognized and it isn't as if I even get the inheritance money. They already have it set for Alessio and basically annexed me from the family name. I'm the property of my grandparents now-pawned off to them. And stuck with a girl who faked her own death who used to be one of my clients. It's pathetic how everything has turned out...

And even more pathetic that I didn't kill her when I had the chance. Don't ask me about what held me back because I haven't had the faintest clue other than the fact that it would be just too easy to kill her.