Diana (One Direction)

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Sorry for the late update!:(

I never would mistreat you. Oh I'm not a criminal.

So I start this program today...Woo...Please note my sarcasm.

I put my irritating brown hair into a messy braid and put on the clothes all the patients are required to wear. It included a white shirt and white pants. I hated them, they were so bland and it made me feel like I was in some mental asylum.

I sat on my bed eating the food on a tray left by my door, waiting for my advisor, Meg, to come and take me to the program.

Every patient here has an advisor, I like to personally think of it as a babysitter. The doctors assigned them to us because they probably think we're all crazy people waiting for a chance to stick a knife in someone's throat. Completely and utterly ridiculous.

But the thing is, some of us here are pretty normal, but everyone likes to think of us as like some ticking time bomb, that'll explode any minute now. Let's take my roommate, Elaine, for example. She's been here for about a year or two and should be a freshman in college, like me. She's like 6'2 and has bright red hair that's always pulled back, and gray colored eyes. Her entire right arm is covered with different kinds of tattoos.

Everybody's scared of her. I would be too, but I've got to know her. She came here because her mom's an alcoholic and her dad bailed on them. Her screwed up family caused her to become a drug addict and self harm. But eventually one of her friends found out and made her come here.

She's actually a pretty nice person. We talk to each other at night a lot. Mostly about our screwed up family and how it messed us up too.

But yeah, everyone treats us like circus freaks and gives us nicknames that are suppose to symbolize why we're here, but I find them more offensive than helpful.

They nicknamed me Diana. I guess Princess Diana went through depression and somehow they related her problems back to me. I don't really know how a Princess with depression relates to a girl who had an abusive boyfriend, a screwed up family, and self harms.

I don't know what this place is actually. Or what to call it.

Elaine calls it a "hell hole", Meg calls it some long name that starts with an "m", but I think of it as like, again, a mental asylum.

Well that's what it feels like.

"August, it's time," Meg's face came into view as she walked in my room. Meg was the only one who called me by my real name. Even Sam called me Diana.

I sighed, throwing away the remnants of my food and left the tray on my bed. I followed Meg's slightly smaller frame down the hall.

"You nervous?" she asked as we walked into the elevator.

"No, it's not different from any of my sessions. Same place, same looks, same people-"

"Different people," she corrected me. I really hate it when she does that. "I think you'll like this program too, the people who started it are people you can probably relate to."

"I doubt it," I muttered, playing with the loose strings on my sleeve until the elevator dinged. We walked off and Meg led me into yet another white room.

She smiled at me before turning around to leave. There were about seven other people here. It smelled like mint and chlorine. I decided to sit next to a girl with a half shaved head and a nose ring.

I sat on my chair awkwardly until the door opened again with the head of this whole institute, Peter Starr, walk in with five boys trailing behind him that looked really like...One Direction...

What the hell is One Direction doing here?

Thanks for all the reads and votes! I was drinking coffee while writing this and I spilled it on my keyboard:(. Now it's all sticky and smells like pumpkin spice coffee. Gross, ikr. I know it's a pretty crappy chapter, but I'll probably update Thursday or Friday since I have no school!

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