11:19 AM
So I told you guys bout Hanna Hanafiah, right? No? WHAT?! I published her preview once! Okay, so here's a small biography of her. <3
Full name: Hanna, should I tell? Meh, I'll just tell. ;P Nurul Farhanna bt. Hanafiah
Birthdate: 30th May 19**
Interests: Shopping, fashion
More: She was born in Ipoh, Perak, Malaysia but grew up in Edinburgh, England. She came back to Malaysia when she was twelve and had to study for UPSR in a year, which has a WHOLE different syllable than the ones she's used to in England, (right, Hanna?) But she got 4A's 1B anyway. :)) Smarty-pants. She went to Kampung Tungku Primary School and now studies in Sri Aman Secondary Girl's School. I don't know the name of her old school. :P
So here's the story!
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I’m lying in bed trying to sleep but it’s a bit difficult. Every time I close my eyes, all I can think about is him. I’m not complaining though. Thinking about him makes me feel like I’m dreaming already.
Outside, I can hear the wind blowing slowly and peacefully as if it was snoring. The world seems a much different place than it did this afternoon. I was about to get up, when I heard a noise. I paused, feeling a bit terrified of what was there. The bird hooted again, I started to laugh at myself. It was an owl!
I reached over to my bedside lamp and clicked it on. For one moment, I thought he was standing right next to me. As I blinked though, the delusion of him disappeared into thin air. “Ugh, at this rate, I’m going to die much sooner than I should be!” I said to myself. Seriously though, I feel like I’m going crazy. This obsession is definitely not good for me. I hated how he had that power over my complete sanity.
I got up and heard the wooden floorboards creaked under my feet. I headed over to my bookshelf and started staring at them. I sifted through some of the books and picked out one I haven’t read in a long time. I remembered this one. It was about some girl who was on the edge of loosing everything. Even though she’s a fiction character, I felt like she was my twin sister who helped me get through the period where I felt like suicide was the only way.
I looked longingly at the cover. Ever since he came into my life, I’ve neglected this book and hardly looked at it. I felt ashamed of myself. I held the book close to my chest and started walking back to my white bed that seemed to be inviting me back. I plopped myself back on it and made myself comfortable. As I opened the book, I felt a rush of relief. This book was definitely something I missed.
I was in the middle of the book when I felt my eyes fluttering to keep open. I decided that sleep was inevitable at that moment. I marked my page with a bookmark and gently closed it. As I reached over to put it back on the bedside table, my eyes drifted over something precious to me. I stared at it. It was a delicate photo frame with pictures that were even more delicate. I reached over once more. They were pictures of me and him. My mind was completely taken over. Yes, I definitely was overly obsessed.
I smiled as my eyes looked at the very first picture of us together. I definitely remembered that day. I kissed the photos and hugged the frame. Life couldn’t have turned out better than this. I put it back and switched off the light. As my mind drifted of to dreams, my eyes closed and I fell asleep.
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