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"You know exactly what you have to do?" He asks me again

"Yes" I replied "I've been waiting for this my whole life"

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My name is Martina Stoessel.
You might be thinking.
I'm a girl who loves to play the bad girl. And likes to break pure hearts?

To be honest. My life is the same as yours. But it's just a bit different.

Since I'm six years old I live with my guardians. They addopted me so long as I can remember.

Why?
We all have got the same questions.
Why gave my parents me away?
Was I to bad? Didn't they had the money? Or didn't they just want me?
Well. In my point of the view. It will be quite different.

On my 12 birthday I found out.
My parents been murded.

You can imagine wich minds were going on inside my head.

Who?
How?
When?

Questions I never really had an answer on.

But on my 19 birthday. I met a man. And strange enough. He was trying to find someone who could do it.
Someone like me.

Now you wonder ofcource.
Do what?
Well let me explain this to you.

I met him at the night I was on the point to visite my old house. At the first side he only was staring at me. When I was on the point to call the police or to run away, Something strange happend.
he knew my name.

He told me things. Things I only did know about myself. Like a personal stalker. But he told me the things about my parents.
The stories I always have wished to know.
His name? Peter. Never have known his surename but I didn't mind about it.

But. We made a deal.
For all his information I had to give him something back.
Not money or my body.
No. I had to find his son.
Who's son?
The son of the person who's having my parents blood on it's hands

Like his words make circles inside my head

"Praise him, Love him. And at the final part. Break him"

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