Diana

Chapter Seven: "Nice To See You Again"

Chapter Seven “Nice To See You Again”

I was finally done on my breakfast so I head my way to the bathroom and take a bath. Once I turned the shower on—the warm water snaked around my body, which relaxed me a lot. How exhausted am I yesterday? All of the sudden, Harry pops into my mind. I tried to take it off but he’s attractive face and he’s deep, raspy British accent voice won’t get off me or even ungrasp me. I forgot about the fans—The fans that made fun of me and hated me when I met Harry. I questioned myself, why does the fans hate me despite the fact that we’re only friends? I sometimes despise their personality. They’re sometimes war freaks to me. Well, I hope no one got offended about my opinion. And I know that’s true. I saw every little trend on Twitter and even fights by tweeting negative tweets each other… While I’m sitting here eating popcorn, well, not really. I’m just looking at their tweets and roll my eyes that are all.

The cold water shivered me and that interrupted my thoughts. How many minutes was I here? Did I stay here too long? Is Shayne whining? Here’s a fact to let you know, I take long showers. What do I do inside the bathroom? I sing my favorite songs—eighties songs to make it precise. But since Shayne is here, I won’t sing. I have an ugly voice and I know that. But there are other girls out there—who want to get my voice because it’s wonderful. I just want to say… What the foods are they talking about?

“Are you done there?” Shayne whines loudly. “You’ve been there for twenty minutes and until now you never get out of your shell!”

I roll my eyes and turned the shower off. I grabbed my towel and dry myself by my dry towel. Once I’m dry and clean, I wrapped the towel around me and exited the bathroom. I marched to my closet, pondering what to wear for this morning. I should probably wear a floral dress eh? I think this morning will be pretty good for me. No stress, no problems and no self-harming today. But I know the hate is still a problem. The only problem that I have. They really don’t know about me, do they? They don’t know how hurt am I before, how depressed am I before.

But there is still depression on me.

 

I know there’s hope but I know it wouldn’t be that successful. I always expect too much… Expecting positive things. But they would always fail. But when Shayne came into my life. I think half of my life changed. I’m very happy that I’ve met her. I think without her, I’m nothing. Nothing like an empty woman who doesn’t have dreams simply because a man destroyed it. I know that maybe a couple of years later, I will be living successful. Living with my future children and my future husband. I know Harry won’t be my husband… Because he’s not my type. I don’t want boys with tattoos and it really makes me… It’s just gross, okay? So don’t judge me. I know maybe some of you are also like that.

I used the floral dress that my self-conscious requested to. I don’t know if it’s really good to me, because if it weren’t—I would probably change and choose a different outfit. Well, Shayne is kind of my fashion designer. She chooses what I wear, she decides what’s good for me and she’s the one who’s shopping my things. She’s only seventeen. She really is a shopaholic.

I walk a couple of steps going to Shayne’s direction. I can hint a disgusting look on her face. I think she doesn’t like it. “Is it okay for me?” I asked to her, she shook her head by a respond as I went back to my closet and pick something to wear. A black shirt attracted me so I grabbed it from the closet and grabbed an Aztec shorts that I bought it few months ago. I used it and walk towards Shayne again. She gazes at me. Why? Are my cuts too obvious? “What’s wrong?” I asked her.