You Know You Love Me

Chapter 3

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It's hot.

Full of darkness.

I'm frighten.

As I opened my eyes, I saw nothing but black. Full of black. Around me. It felt like I was in a black box and I can never get out of here. Why? 'Cause I can't even see the light.

I tried to move.

Ringg! Ringg!

What's that sound?

Ringg! Ringg!

It did it again.

Ringg! Ringg!

It comes louder. How to stop it?!

Before I want to open my mouth to scream, I see light. True light coming as if it's walking to me. I'd no idea what it is because of the light became brighter and brighter and I can't do anything instead I closed my eyes, avoiding it from hurting my eyes.

"Hannah" a voice was calling me but I can't figured it out whose voice it was. And the light gone. I'm not worried thinking about that light 'cause I had a voice to focus with that probably could save my life.

"Hannah" it's calling me again, like a guy.

I turned my head, searching for the voice owner, but I can't.

"Where are you?!" I yelled. My eyes flooded with tears and I can't control it. They just running away on my face, making my gaze a bit blur.

"I'm here"

"Where?!" my head turned quickly as I heard it, but the voice can never be found.

Suddenly, the light came back. It's walking towards me again, but as it appearing me the light itself disappearing and it changed to a body. A big-strong body with muscled arms by its sides. He's walking to me until I can see straight upon his face.

Edward.

I can't think of anything and my mind just telling me to grab his hand that was giving to me, hoping to take mine against his. Without hesitation, I put my hand against his, he quickly grasped it comfortably and pull me closer, making no space between us. We just staring, not knowing what's happening on us. And we...

"Hannah!" mum's voice came from nowhere yelling, called out my name.

"How can you still sleeping? It's already eight o'clock! Get up!" I felt like a hand hitting my face, and I opened my eyes.

I'm on my bed. Not in a black box with Edward.

"Come on, honey! You're gonna be late!"

I instantly looked at my watch on my left arm that I've been wearing while sleeping.

Eight o'clock!

"Why didn't you wake me up earlier?!" I panic, quickly changed my pants and clothes. No time to get a bath. Trust me. I never late. And it scared me.

"Why didn't YOU get up when I called you earlier?" my mum gave me her flat look, raising her eyebrows sarcastically.

"Urgh" I rolled my eyes, suffering on being late.

"That's the point" she left, living me dancing around. That's my mum.

As I finished changing my clothes, I grabbed my car key and went downstairs as fast as I can.

"Morning, dad. Morning, mum" I kissed their forehead and take whatever that looks delicious and put them in my backpack. Save it for later.

"Morning" my dad replied, not turning his gaze away from the newspaper.