Talking To Hannah

I first saw her when I was seven. She said her name was Hannah, and that we should be friends. She was very pretty, she had long blonde hair, and chocolaty eyes. I think she said she was nineteen. She wore tight jeans, and a black tank top. Sometimes I would go down stairs at night, and she would be trying to use our phone. She said she had to call her mom, to let her know where she was. She yelled at my mom, begging my mom to call get family. Sometimes I'd wake up and she'd be crying in my room.
I still see her. I even ask her for advice. When I was thirteen, we called her family. She had been missing for six years.
UnEarthly UnEarthly
18-21, F
Sep 18, 2012