*martina's pov
After breakfast Jorge went to his father. And I was left alone in his room. I remove slowly his t-shirt from my body and i look in the mirror. There is a huge wound on my back. My shoulder is red. And even my leg is hurted. Now i understand Jorge better. He already saw this yesterday. I try to walk to his closet. No clothes for girls. Maybe i should replace all my stuff over here? I twist his bathrobe again around me. I bite on my lip and i went to my room. And i full my case. Okay Martina. Now you only have to walk back again. Just Forget about the pain. I open my door and i start walking again. It feels like a knife opens my back. Every step hurts more. I hear myself moaning but i can't help it. Untill it hurst so much that i fall down on my knees. And i start crying. Not only because of the pain. But that i am alone. And here is no one who can help me. No alba or Jorge. No staff. Just.. darkness*
??:Martina? Is it you?
*i turn around. And i see Dilan*
Martina:Oh eh hey *i whiper my tears away*
Dilan:You cried? Are you okay?
Martina:Yes. I am fine. Can you help me to stand up?
Dilan:Sure
*he helps me to stand up. This hurts even more*
Dilan:Sorry. Can i help you?
Martina:I have to bring this stuff to eh. Room 7
Dilan:Room 7 ?? Is it yours?
Martina:Eh..no
Dilan:Really? Because you only wear a bathrobe. And why can't you walk?
Martina:Can you just help me?
Dilan:Yeah. Sure
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My Summer Love (part 1)
Random(I'm re-writing this story into a new book: Blow Me Up) •• Martina, a just started artist on her way to her dreams. All she gotta do is own money to bring her album on the market. This summer she flies for the first time to Mexico City. On her way s...
