Diana

Chapter 3 : Too Bad

"You can't just get out of school like that everyday. School should be you're number one priority not whatever you do on those stupid phones." Mom yelled in the car.

"Too bad." I said monotone looking out the window.

"Excuse me? I am your mother Diana! Not one of your little fucking friends! Straight D's on your report card is not acceptable, stop acting dumb and grow up!"

"Okay." I shrugged. At this point I don't really give a fuck because school doesn't matter. What do I wanna do when I grow up you ask? Die. Death is my number one priority.

"Teenagers." Mom sighed. Sorry that I cause you stress. I sighed loudly.

"I'm dropping you off, I'm going to work." She said quietly.

Once I got home I unlocked the door and ate some healthy sandwich and thought, dad won't be home until 1 am and little brother, josh, is still in school so I can cry and that's exactly what I did. Well more like sobbing loudly. I needed to cut again. Maybe this time it will be deep enough. Enough to die? Yep that's exactly what I want. I sobbed louder by the second I couldn't handle my breathing.

Sooner or later it will all be over, maybe not today or tomorrow but soon I promised myself. As I was about to slice my wrist my phone buzzed. A tweet by Niall "Can't wait for the show in Manchester tommorow, it's gonna be great!" Too bad I'm not going, I was supposed to with Kylie but things just don't work out, and she just leaves you with no final goodbye.

I looked at the razor again and pressed it to my wrist and watch as the blood oozed just like all my pain dripping out of my life but it will soon come back. I sliced my arm about 4 more times and I was satisfied and felt good for a little while. But just like I said before the pain comes back and I regret what I just did as the cuts begin to sting after cleaning them up. It's not my choice to be depressed like this...this kind of life style chose me.