Scarred// Z.M.

Chapter 12. Dear Diary...

Chapter 12. Dear Diary...

Aria's P.O.V

I spent many hours of the days I had at home writing and writing. I had been writing for a week until one day Justin yanked the book out of my grasp, holding it high up in the air. I gasped and started screaming trying to reach for it, half climbing on him. "Justin! Give me my diary!" I screamed. Just then Yasmin jumped up from the floor, taking the book, running to kitchen laughing her head off.

I chased after her, Zayn right behind me, laughing too. I ignored his presence, as I have been doing for the past week, and started screaming for Yasmin to return my diary. "Yasmin! It's not funny, give it back!" I whined, trying to take the book.

She stood on the table about to open it up. "No, no, no, no, no!" I screamed, grabbing her ankles and pulling them so she fell and landed on her butt. The book went flying through the air. I was so close to catch it until Zayn grabbed it before me. God, I want to chop off his long legs, damn my shortness. Yasmin started whining about how her butt hurts. I started chasing after Zayn but I tripped over my white layered skirt, falling forward onto Zayn's back, making him fall too. I was straddling his back which was awkward until I grabbed my book slapping him really hard at the back of his head with it. He groaned but didn't get off the ground. Can this guy be any more weird? I was about to start writing until Justin snatched my pen and threw it out the window. I gawked at him, then recomposed my posture and started fuming.  

"What the hell Justin, that's like the only blue pen in this house!" I seethed.

He put his hands up defensively "Calm down, we only want you to talk, you're too busy writing it's like you don't notice us"

"Oh so you want attention?! Fine, go dance on the table and i'll give you the flipping attention you want!" I screamed, angry tears started rolling down my face.

"Why are you being so rude?!" he started screaming as well.

"Because you're being rude to me! I hate all of you, even Yasmin as being so annoying and clingy just 'cause I kissed that idiot over there! I hate you all, I hate everything, I hate my life!" I screamed, my voice starting to crack from the shouting. Then I broke down in tears. Justin and Yasmin tried comforting me but I ignored them. After a while I got up, Justin and Yasmin copying my actions. Yasmin put an arm around my shoulders and gave me a sympathetic look. I shrugged her arm off me "Dont! Just no, I don't need your flipping sympathy!" I screamed, grabbing my diary and stormed off to my room. After I slammed the door shut I squeezed my eyes close, trying to hold it in. I felt like a coke bottle, being shaked too much until...I exploded. I screamed from the top of my lungs in anger and grabbed the nearest thing, throwing it at the wall. It was glass so it shattered into hundreds of prices, scattering everywhere. I gasped, running towards it. It was a photo frame that held a picture of me and my mum on the beach in Hawaii when I was four. We were building a sand castle, which looked nothing like one, and dad was taking pictures and taking videos. Those were good times, when dad really cared.

I slid the picture out of the glass, examining it. Tears started rolling down my cheeks again. The familiar need and urge returned as I stared at my mother. Writing isn't going to help at the moment. I need more. I put the picture on my desk walking into my bathroom, locking the door. I turned on really loud rock music, the type where you don't even under the words and all you hear are guitars drums and shouting. I pulled my blade out of my purse, standing my the sink staring at my face. I am ugly. I an worthless. No one loves me. No one cares. Die.

I ran the blade lightly across my wrists but it was enough so I dug a little deeper. I heard banging at the door, and muffled shouts of my name over the irritating music. I ignored them and carried on cutting. The stinging was bearable until I cute too deep the blade cutting through my vein. I gasped then screamed as the pain shot up my arm and the blade slid of my limp hand. I fell to the ground, my vision blurring...

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short sorry...not edited

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story going on hold sorry :(xx