“Mariam! Let’s go!”
Mariam knows that she has to finish up the story. She has to put extra details on how Laila killed her father, making it seems real. Besides, she has to tell what happen next that Laila could still stay around after murdering her own biological father. Perhaps she could say that Laila is still a young kid and medically proven that she has mental illness. So she was kept away in a mental hospital for a few years then was let out. Well, she is still thinking of the possibilities.
Agh, she sighs. She still needs to tell why Anna and Laila have to move around one place after another. Yes, she murdered someone of course. Perhaps she should tell the readers about Laila’s addiction to killing. Cats, dogs or at the worse-- human. The fact that Laila likes the thrill, she likes the look of the victims face when she kills them. Nah, too cliché, too Jack the Ripper. Maybe Laila is a fan of art and her killing is a work of art. That sounds classier, at least, or maybe corny. Euw.
Ah, she could just be plain mad, on the other hand. And the reason why she is able to stick around after what she had done is only because she has Anna to clean up the mess and protect her. That’s more authentic.
Sigh. Mariam shook her head.
The protagonist of her story, Laila, always comes in her dream lately. She seems so vivid, so real. She can feel her green hair, she can see the bruises on her body and her indifferent pale face. She is just the way she had imagine her. She can see her almost everywhere. She can’t tell if it’s just an imagination or the opposite.
“Siti Mariam Laila! Do you have to make me call your full name for you to listen to me? Please come down now. You are going to be late!” her mother yelled from downstairs.
She is wondering if she should give a fine resolution to the story or just a fragmented one. But she knows how it will end for Sid and Nancy, for sure. Sid would not kill Nancy this time.
“Hey Ahmad, wait for me in about 20 minutes time.” Click.
So yeah, that's the end of my first complete fiction. ulala. sorry it took me forever to upload the rest of the episodes. thanks for waiting (gila perasan) for the rest of it. i hope you like it. and yes i hope you didn't understand the story. haha. well, that's the whole point isn't? it's a fragmented story with a twisted ending so you could figure out and construct your ending as you like.
jadah apa skema sangat Hanis ni? bahaha.
i guess i'm just too caught up with my thesis, i have 3 weeks left to finish my final semester. bless my soul. phewww. oh ya, alang alang cakap pasal thesis, i would like to share a bit. kekonon nak show off lah, nampak macam educated sikit perempuan crack ni. haha.
the title of my thesis is,
Psychoanalysis approach: Tweens Identity Formation in Dear Dumb Diary by Jim Benton
if you dont know what tweens are, its actually between a child and a teenager. kira macam pre-teenager lah. the text i'm analysing is a comedy graphic novel (its sooooo Hanis) with a lot of slapstick humor, crack jokes, swearing and doodles. hee.
yang penting sekarang ni, nampak tak teori apa saya guna untuk thesis saya? Psychoanalysis. ya. orang yang psycho sahaja yang akan guna teori ni. nampak tak permainan dia dekat situ?
guys, i miss you. i'll try to update as frequent as possible yah. just, dont run away. :)