Diana

Chapter 9 : Die - Ana

November 11th

I woke up groaning in pain. I realized I fell asleep on the floor with my arm covered in dry blood and my body limb. And of course it's Monday but at least it's 4am so I have enough time to clean myself up and get ready for school.

I jumped in the shower and cried, I have an overwhelming fear of my father coming back here and beating us again. Trembling I cleaned the deep cuts on my arm in the shower then after the shower put some gauze on it. Thank god my dad didn't punch me in the face. I look at my body in a mirror.

Scars all over my thighs and wrists and bruises all over my stomach, legs, arms , and back. I sighed and pulled on a dark grey hoodie and jeans. I honestly didn't care for makeup and put my hair in a messy bun. I ate a tiny bowl of cereal for breakfast and then brushed my teeth. Back to my depressing life story.

The clock got at 6am and it was time to go. I sat in that empty seat again hoping no one would make fun of me like they always do. But of course they always laugh or say anything.

"Hey diana?"

I decided to ignore and continue to stare out the window.

"We think it would be best if you die-Ana" the blonde girl finished and everyone was laughing. That wasn't even a good one.