Diana

Sleep

I stayed in Niall's room all night. I didn't sleep, instead I started a Twitter , got an Instagram, and drew. I drew pictures of butterflies in forests but most of the pictures I drew were recreating my life, especially two nights ago...

Around 4:00 am, Niall knocked on the door and I lazily unlocked it and laid down in his bed, following one direction blogs on Instagram.

"C'mon babe, we have your stuff packed." I glare at him and push past him downstairs to the van that will take us to the airport. I sit, listening to music with my earbuds in. I put the hood of my sweatshirt over my head and listen to 'Summer Love'. My phone buzzed and I see a text from Elijah. I quickly turn the screen off and ignore the text. I look at the boys to be sure that they didn't see the text. Niall is gawking at something, Zayn is texting, Harry is sleeping on Louis, and Louis has his head on Harry's head. I put my was back down and wait for sleep to take me but it never does.

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On the plane, I sit next to Niall. He doesn't say anything to me, but everyone once in awhile he sends me a worried glance. Finally, he lifts my sleeve on my left sleeve and he sees my scars. I quickly pull my sleep back down and send him an evil glare. He looks at me with sad eyes and then I actually see tears form in his eyes. I roll my eyes and look back out the window.

"Diana..." I hear him murmur.

"Drop it now. So I cut? It's none of your business. You don't know what my father did and what people said to me. And you can't tell me to stop. I'm not going to stop." I hiss, not caring that tears are streaming down his innocent face. I leave out that I've slit both my wrists before and laid down in a bathtub.

"Diana. I love you as a little sister... You can't do this, please. Don't cut yourself, it's hurt you and me. It'll kill you then Ill have to kill myself because I didn't save you." He blubbers through tears.

"Shut up, Niall." I resist the urge to slap him. I get up and go to the bathroom on the plane. I look at myself in the small mirror. Luckily I was thinking ahead. I pull out a small pencil sharpener. It was new and I knew how to do this. I pressed the metal to my skin. I pressed hard, then pulled it across my skin. Tingles danced across my skin and the pain shot up my spine. I began silent crying, not because of the pain, but because I was hurting myself and I couldn't stop, I was addicted to cutting myself and Niall was right. It would kill me. I had to be above all of this. No one was allowed to get me anymore. I now wish I had known that I wasn't t going to keep that promise. I wiped my tears as I felt the warm blood trickle off my hand. I put my hand under the sink and rinsed the blood with cold water. I walked back to my seat and ignored Niall's few sniffles. He was still crying. I looked to Harry, he and Louis were doodling... How was that idiot my brother? how was he related to me? How come he didn't come get me all those years? At that point, I decided I hated people more than I already did. I put my head against the window with my legs curled under me. My iPod got to "How To Save A Life" and I put it in repeat. A minute into the song, I felt tears trail down my face. There was no hope left.

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I woke up as we were landing and my iPod was complaining because it was at 20% or less. I groaned and looked at Niall. He had written a song. I read over it, it was depressing. He was asleep peacefully. I frowned and lightly kissed his nose. Would Niall be my superhuman? Not if I stay me...

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Awh, poor Diana! Life's a bitch... So what do you think will happen? :) I really like this story, honestly! Do you like Diana? Is she too demanding or moody? What would you do if you were her?

Question of the chapter: What bromance is your favorite? Mine is Niam!