'Dilara,' a deep voice whispers from behind me.
I don't know why I'm walking down a pitch black corridor, and I don't know how I got here.
I keep on going down it, and it seems never ending.
'Dilara,' the voice whispers again, right behind my left ear.
It sends shivers down my spine. The voice sounds so familiar but I can't put my finger on it.
'DILARA!' It yells, pushing me from behind. I fall to the ground and turn around.
There he stands in front of me, his rotting corpse standing upright.
Half his face melting, those scars on his chest, the bullet hole in the middle on his forehead and those grey eyes.
He holds a gun up to my forehead.
'You're going to end the same way I did,' he snarls. 'They're coming for you.'
He pulls the trigger and the gunshot fades.
I wake up screaming and my phone ringing.
I'm in my bed and I'm sweating so much. My throat hurts from screaming so much.
I look around for my phone and find it under my pillow.
Mum flashes across the screen.
I haven't spoken to her since she was at my house which was nearly over two months ago.
I wipe my eyes and answer my phone.
'Hello?' I ask.
'Dilara cariño,' she says.
Translation: Sweetie
'What do you want mum?' I ask.
'I need a little favour,' she slurs.
'Do you want me to call Antonio?' I ask.
'No, we broke up,' she explains. 'Could you please pay for my hotel I left my cards in his car.'
'Do you not have Apple Pay?'
'You know I don't trust that stuff,' she replies.
I roll my eyes and sigh.
What can I do? At the end of the day she's still my mother.
'I'm done doing shit for you, eres un adulto deberías poder cuidarte a ti mismo, and not leave me to do everything for you!' I snap.
Translation: you are an adult you should be able to take care of yourself
'Esa no es manera de hablarme,' she slurs.
Translation: that's no way to talk to me
'I'll pay for your room and then I'm done, you're on your own from now.' I end the call before she can reply and pay for her room.
I throw my phone across the bed and burst into silent tears.
All I remember form that nightmare was Adriano's grey eyes.
Those piercing grey eyes.
The ones I miss so much.
I'm not hyperventilating, I'm not screaming. I'm just letting my emotions out.
I need some fresh air.
I grab one of the black fleeces I took from Adriano's wardrobe and put it over my sports bra and pair of shorts.
I walk out of my room and walk to the open deck. It's at the top so I get a good view of everything and it's so quiet up here.
I lean against the railing and take a deep breath and soak up all the fresh, cold night air.
'Can't sleep?' A voice asks.
I turn around and see Alessandro walking towards me.
'Nope,' I reply.
'Same,' he says.
'What's keeping you up?' I ask, as he joins me by the railings.
The ocean, crashes underneath us.
'Not a fan of sleep.' He says.
Just like his brother.
'What about you?' He asks.
'Nightmares,' I reply.
'Want to talk about it?'
'I saw Adriano's dead body, and he was going to shoot me.' I explain. 'He said something like 'you're going to end up like me, they're coming for you.''
'Damn,' he mutters. 'That's fucked up.'
'I'm not surprised, I haven't been able to sleep well for a while.' I reply, rubbing my forehead.
'You know, you and I haven't had a proper conversation about this,' Alessandro says.
He sits down and pats the wooden floor in front of him. I join him on the floor.
'I don't do this sentimental shit so let me get straight to the point,' he says.
I laugh.
'I'm happy that Adriano picked you out of any other girl at that school.' He clears his throat. 'I see you as a sister to me, and you're a part of my family.'
That's so cute.
'What I'm trying to say is that I know Adriano passing has affected you negatively but I will be here to protect you for him.' He adds. 'As your older brother.'
'Shut up you're only two years older than me.' I roll my eyes.
'Still older,' he smirks. 'Lorenzo, Terzo, Xuan and I will always be here to beat up any motherfucker who even looks at you in a way you don't like.'
'Wow, so touching,' I laugh.
'I'm serious,' he snaps.
'You know I'm happy Mimi fell in love with you,' I say.
'She's in love with me,' he smirks.
'That definitely inflated your ego.' I say.
'Oh it did.' Alessandro replies.
'Thanks for cheering me up.' I say, fiddling with the sleeves of my fleece.
'No worries,' he replies standing up.
He extends his arm and helps me up.
'Sorry for nearly stabbing you when you ruined my date,' I say.
'It was an asshole move,' he replies.
'It's good that you're self aware.' I laugh.
'I will push you into this pool.' He says.
'And then mine and Adriano's ghost will haunt you,' I roll my eyes.
He picks me up and hovers me over the railing. If I fall I fall straight into the deep pool.
'No!' I scream, clinging onto his shirt. 'Please I was joking!'
'Lets test out that theory,' he laughs, leaning over the edge even more.
'Alessandro I'm going to kill you.' I yell.
'That's not helping your case,' he says.
'Alessandro please,' I beg.
He sighs and pulls me over the ledge.
Pendejo.
'Thank you so much,' I gasp. 'That's wasn't funny.'
'Yes it wa-' he's cut off when I push him over the ledge and he falls into the pool.
I lean my head over, looking down at him.
'Fuck you!' He yells at me.
'No hard feelings,' I laugh.
I leave him splashing around in the pool, yelling after me as I go back to my room.
*AUTHORS NOTE*
This chapter was cute, I realised that Alessandro and Dilara don't really have moments together so here we are.
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