Diana (Harry Styles Fan Fic)

Chapter 1

I cant believe your doing this to me?!" , I said to my mom. She is making us move to Los Angeles. We live in Miami Florida. My mom got a job out there. And I guess I should be happy for her but she is making me leave my life out here for some stupid job. And its not just my life she is affecting by this move. My little 8 year old brother, Jonah. He is my world, I would die for this kid.

"Your being dramatic! Now finish packing we are leaving in 2 days and you haven't even started packing." she says annoying the crap out of me. 

"Well because I'm not going on this pointless trip."

"Its not pointless! We are starting a new life. Now start packing now." She says stern.

"Starting a new life? We've been trying to start a new life ever since dad-" she cuts me off.

"Don't." gesturing to Jonah walking in. My dad died two years ago with cancer. We took care of him until the day he died, Jonah was in the room when he passed. He still cries over the mention over our dad sometimes so we try not to mention him around Jonah.

"Joney!" I reach down to hug him.

"Hey, Mom I finished packing! "he said excitedly.

"Jonah! I thought we were a team! Come on now!"

"Sorry but I'm kinda excited for the move.", he said with a smile.

"Traitor" I said and we both laughed.

I start packing and soon finished. It was midnight already. Wow. I went to go check on Jonah who was already fast asleep with my mom. I need a relief. To get away from this even if it is for seconds. I took out a razor and sliced it across my wrist. For that second I wasn't there. I wasn't in constant pain, I wasn't crying myself to sleep every night, for that second all my pain that ive been feeling for the past 6 years , since I was 10 years old, wasn't there. Why I started? Well when I was ages 8 through 10 I was bullied. Being called ugly, and worthless, pathetic, stupid, and annoying. I don't know how this addiction of relief started but it did and once the bulling ended when I switched schools, the constant reminder of those hurtful words echoed in my head. I am now 16 and I have all these scars representing my how hurt I feel on the inside. I wear this thick wooden bracelet to cover up these scars. New scars are made almost everyday. This relief was addicting, this relief was my drug. I go to sleep holding back the tears but they stream out, silently, soon im falling asleep.

Oh by the way, I'm Diana.