Diana

Chapter 22 : End It All

January 2nd

New Year's Eve was so fun, and was the first time I've ever been drunk.

But today I had to leave because school vacation ends today, and I go back tomorrow.

I let harry know I would be fine, and my dad will hardly be home, which I'm not so sure of. I'm already feeling sad again without having somebody like harry beside me right now, here on this train. Back to depressing Diana in depressing Manchester. What exactly am I gonna do?

Once I got to Manchester I walked home in the rain, and who's car was in the driveway, dads. Instantly got nervous. I unlocked the door and he sat on the couch just ready to punch my face in. He faced me and got up coming closer.

"Who do you think you are dating a fucking fag like that!?"

I just burst out into tears nothing else I didn't even try to wipe the tears away. Dad must of seen magazines.

"Huh? Tell me who do you think you are?!" He slapped me making my cheek red

"I don't know." I whispered.

"YOU DONT KNOW?!" There he goes. He pinned me to the wall, punching me hard. I just cried and cried. Everything was dizzy and all a blur as he screamed at me about various topics. I yanked out of his reach and ran to the bathroom as fast as I could, locking the door. He screamed at me a couple more times and tried to brake the door open and finally gave up and left.

I want harry back so bad. Why does this shit happen to me? I'm fucking sick of every fucking thing. I looked throughthe draws and cabinets for my razors until I finally found one.

Part of me wants to end it all now, but the other part wants to keep going for harry. I pulled up my sleeve and took all the bracelets off. I stared blankly at all the cuts on my wrist. I'm so weak. I pressed the blade to my wrist cutting deep but not too deep. I was left in a sensational haze as blood poured out. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. I think I was even close to passing out until hearing the sound of someone running into the house.