I laid back in bed next to Niall. Louis and Harry were sharing a bed in the same room as Niall and I and Zayn and Liam had the room next to us. We kept the connecting door open at all times.
I could hear al five boys snoring softly. I was wide awake though. It was around midnight and no one was awake, not even Paul.. I don't think. I got up quickly but quietly and went to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and remembered how I'd lived for the past 5 years. I had had purple hair, and I had worn dark clothes that my mother always complained about. She wanted me to be feminine it what was the point? Guys never noticed me... And if they did, I got a rude comment. But now, I have new clothes. Light and "trendy". My eyes had gotten softer, they actually revealed emotion and my skin was getting better. But I still felt the emotion pain weighing down my heart and my mind. I picked up the closer razor and bit down on my lip till it bled.
I put the razor to my skin, adding a ton of pressure, and I slowly guided it across my wrist in a diagonal line. The pain sprang through me. But the pain wasn't really pain, it was a deep burn that surged through your arm. I put my hand over the cut and the burning got worse. Never touch the cut... I reminded myself and let go. I watched the blood drip down into the sink and rinsed it away. I turned the faucet on low and ran my wrist under it. I had cut deeper than I had intended. I looked up and sighed, what had become of me?
I walked out onto the balcony and say against the wall, looking out the bars at the city. We were in New York and all the lights were on. I sat feeling the cold wind dance across my skin. I heard soft honking and I felt at peace.
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In the morning, Niall pushed me off of the bed to wake me up. I groaned at him and pulled the sheets down with me. I cuddled into the sheets trying to get warmth.
"Babe, c'c'mon. We have rehearsal then we can hang out." He said. I got up and changed into my new bleach washed jeans, a black Trunkfit shirt, and brushed my hair. We quickly left and began our way to the stadium. Listening to my music, I felt lost. No one had ever cared for me and now all of a sudden, Elijah, was after me. It didn't make sense. There must be some reason behind it and I'm determined to find out what it is.
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VERY VERY VERY SHORT. sorry, but I wanted to put the next part in a different chapter ;) Tell me what's up with you? All of a sudden a group of popular guys are noticing me an saying hi and like flirting... IIt's bizarre, guys payed attention to me in 5th grade but now they're coming back... I ccan't decide if its good or not. So, Diana might get a friend? maybe?
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Diana
FanfictionRoy, was a teenage girl who's mother was killed by her alcoholic father. She runs away and meets her idols, but she isn't sure what to do and who to love. All she knows to do is "draw in her arms" with a knife. Can the boys help Roy?
