Part 2: Chapter 1

Arya

/“There comes a time when you look into the mirror, and you realise that what you see is all that you will ever be. And then you accept it, or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking in mirrors.”/

J. Michael Straczynski was correct when he said this; it is the only quote that resounds in my head as I look at myself in the mirror in front of me. Gone are the days of Arya, the beautiful; now I’m simply Arya, the monster.

Four years ago, I was the most beautiful mafia princess; engagements came aplenty, and gifts scattered my bedroom floor often. But I only had eyes for the handsome Dante DiMaggio. An older mafia boss based in Chicago, and as luck would have it, he wanted me as his bride.

Life was easier back then.

Compliments were my prayers; I fed off the attention men would bestow on me and craved the dirty looks their women would shoot my way. Even at nineteen, I knew how beautiful I was and used my beauty as a weapon.

But, oh how far the mighty have fallen. Vanity is a sin,