Hope (int. Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter one

Diana

November 2011

People say all we need is time. They say time heals all the pain we feel. Like when you accidentally bump into something so hard that bruises would form. If you give it time, the bruises would fade. Or when hypothetically speaking your boyfriend dumps you for another girl. Give it a year then you're back to normal.

Time kind of healed me. From the weak, pathetic little girl, I became stronger. And that's because I gave it time.

But there's something about the word "time" that we really don't think about.

They tell us that we would be completely fine, as long as we take our time. We would forget the pain we felt if we bury it in our past, back in time. We would actually be better if we give ourselves the time.

Those above are not completely true.

Take me, Diana Kane as an example. I was bullied everyday in my life during my high school years. I was beaten up, verbally and physically abused. Not to mention people loved to humiliate me and make me the laughing trash.

My parents died when I was thirteen because of.. a reason I won't tell you now. Maybe someday. But anyway, they died and it hurt like hell. The pain, the tears, the guilt, the date, I remember them.

So time doesn't completely make you fine. Once in a while, you're gonna cry when you remember what they did, when you remember the events of the past.

I've been better, yes. But that doesn't mean I can easily trust people like the way I used to or let somebody in my life.

I'm still broken and time didn't work for me.

If time didn't work for me, then it's up to me to find a reason to smile again. And eventually, I found one.

The children I've been helping for these past 2 years, the elders I've been visiting most of the time, the patients in the hospital who keeps fighting for their lives, they're the ones who pursue me to go on.

Because of them, I found a reason to be happy and have hope.

I want to make them feel loved in any possible way I can. I want them to know that they are important. I want them to be happy.

Because I never got to experience those things in my life. And I certainly want to feel loved, but I'm too scared and broken.

And I hope, someone would change that.

My phone rings and I groan loudly. With my eyes closed, I grab it and press the accept button.

Suddenly, I heard the voice of my best friend.

"Diana Angelica Kane! Get your fat ass up and open the door 'coz I've been waiting here for 30 minutes!" She screamed frustratedly, and I chuckle.

I wear my slippers on, "Don't you have a key?" I ask smiling lightly.

She groaned, "Don't you dare chuckle, young lady. And yes I do have a key, I just left it at home."

I laughed, "Okay I'll be there in 5 seconds."

And surely five seconds later, I swung the door open before my friend could even knock again. I laughed and hugged her and let her in.

Bella Wednesday Reed. Blonde, 5'5", 2 years younger than me, my best friend. She's been there for me every single step of the way, especially when I was being bullied constantly. I basically owe her my life, and I trust her and love her so much.

She poked my cheek. I looked at her weirdly and she poked it again. "What the heck are you doing Belles?"

"You've been staring at me for the past 5 minutes, and I just want to know if you're okay." She shrugged, and I smiled.