Hazy

Chapter Ten.

Author’s Note: It’s been too long again, hasn’t it? I know apologizing to you guys won’t help a bit. But here’s an update!!! Finally! (Yeah, I hate myself for not updating, too, you know) I know it’s not lengthy and you guys deserve better but I hope you like it? Or not? And yes, remember last time when I asked who do you prefer: Niall or Zayn? Most of you commented Niall. And, I wasn’t sure about that—hence, I didn’t update again, until now. I figured I owe you guys, so I have decided that, okay, you want Niall, I’ll give you Niall! :-)

I want a new book cover! Someone make me one, please please please?

Oh, and if you’ve already translated my story to your language—send me a message real quick! I’ll do a compilation of your works. Oh, and thank you. :-)

I WANT TO CALL THIS HAZY 2.0 BECAUSE WHY NOT

HAZY’S BACK TELL A FRIEND

(PS: I’M OBSESSED WITH YOUR COMMENTS YOU GUYS ARE SO AMAZING YOUR WORDS LIGHT UP MY DAY ESPECIALLY WHEN I’M DOWN)

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Chapter Ten.

 

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What do you do when you want to end your nightmares?

You wake up. Or at least, you try to. Of course, you need wake up. You open your eyes, you check your surroundings. You have to breathe in and have to let yourself consider: this day is brand new. This day is a blank slate, a page waiting for some spillage of ink.When you wake up, it’s a constant reminder that this day, today, is going to either make you forget yourself or make you forgive yourself. You could choose both, if you want to. But today, like every single day of my life—I chose not to. I can’t just forgive myself to forget what I’ve done. My nightmares have been staples, too recurring—that I don’t know what I would have become without them.

It was Monday. I woke up a little late than my usual schedule of waking up, but it was okay. My head hurt so much from last night’s slumber that I had to tweet about it and had to call my dad for the comfort of hearing his voice. It was Monday. And I would love to get busy, love to get my mind off of things.

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Real nice. Today’s Monday failed to keep me busy. My professor in my first subject, English Literature—just gave us photocopied handouts for the Neo-Classical Period to read and study for the whole week. I’ve read the Restoration Age already and have mastered Edmund Spenser’s works beforehand—so, not busy. The professor for my second subject didn’t show up for unknown reasons, and I have to wait for two hours before my second to the last subject begins—which was Astronomy.

“Luke, hiiiiiiii.” I spoke on my phone as my classmates in my second subject rushed past me leaving the room, some of them waving goodbye to me. I sat still on the seat that our professor assigned on our first day of meeting, and within seconds—I was all alone in such a huge space.