You won't see me in the mirror
You can't make me disappear
I made myself at home
In the cobwebs and the lies
I'm learning all your tricks
I can hurt you from inside
I made myself a promise
You would never see me cry
~September 1 1971~
Belladonna Evans, youngest sister of the Evans trio was very different from her family. The most obvious difference (the one that had random strangers asking if she had been adopted - I mean really how rude- ) was her appearance. While Lily took after their mother; (with her fire red hair, pert nose, and emerald green eyes) and Petunia took after their father; (with her dark lustrous hair, long neck, and sharp; ill fitting nose) Belladonna was very golden toned. Her hair was golden, her skin was golden, and most astonishingly of all her eyes were golden. It had been this way from the very beginning, and while originally very disconcerting, it, like all the other odd happenstance surrounding their youngest daughter; seemed to fade into the back of their minds, forgotten, or else ignored. The more subtle differences concerning Belladonna could be found in an innumerable amount of things, such as her inordinate love of meat, her habit of getting into, or else instigating a large number of fights and other such strifes in the neighborhood, and the fact that she never seemed to sleep much at all. However the most disconcerting thing about her was the way she seemed to have almost complete control over the people around her. Not in a hypnotist sort of way (what were you even thinking we're respectable NORMAL people here) but in the way she faded in and out of peoples minds. At times she seemed almost invisible, the way peoples eyes would skip right over her; but when she wanted to (which was rarely) it became impossible to look away. Usually this occurred when she was causing some sort of chaos; the pure, childish, yet somehow un-innocent glee concentrated on her face seemed to draw people in like a moth to her flame, and her beauty seemed to magnify a thousand times over with the darkness that covered it. But these happenstance never occurred often; and when they did they were usually focused on something small and innocent and quite unnoticable.
Of course that changed though. As all good things must come to an end, Belladonna Bellona Evan's childhood ended on a sunny afternoon when she walked into her bedroom and discovered a purple, sparkly, slinky left on her bed. Her new, comfortable bed which she had gotten because she was seven and a big girl now (or so she had told her parents when they asked why she wanted a new bed...?). Quickly approaching the slinky ( for she had believed it to be a present from her parents) she stopped upon seeing the note under it. The note… Written in greek…. Which she understood.