Diana

Confession

These days I am tormented constantly. Called names like worthless, bitch, teachers pet and loser. I get rude comments about my clothes, hair, face, acting talent. And most of all about my love for One Direction.

They say I don't deserve to love them. That they can do much better. They're probably right. I don't deserve to love them. Prettier girls deserve to love them. Pretty girls have more of a chance of being loved back.

I come home every night sobbing. Bella tries her best to cheer me up. She shows me good books, tv shows and movies to try and make me happier but it just doesn't help. At least she cares. The fact that someone actually cares does make those comments sting a little less.

One day I get back and Bella is standing in the middle of the room shifting nervously. I drop my bags on the floor. This doesn't look good.

"Oh no," I say, "what's wrong?"

"Um... well you see..." she stutters, "I kinda..."

"What is it? Spit it out!" I say nervously.

"Katie..." she starts then stops to take a deep breath before continuing, "Katie asked if she could use our dorm for a party." My heart stops, she didn't say yes did she? Oh no.

"And... I said yes." She says.

Emotions wash over me. Nervousness, anger, regret and I feel terrified.

"How could you?" I say and I'm surprised by the sharpness of my tone.

"Diana I'm sorry, I didn't know what to do! I wasn't thinking straight. I just... panicked!" She rambles.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have yelled at you it's just Katie, she makes me so nervous and I just... I hate her!" I say tears filling my eyes.

"She makes me nervous too but I still, I shouldn't ha-" she starts but I interrupt her.

"This isn't the first time this has happened. This isn't the first time, I've been..." I take a deep breath and swallow back a sob, "I've been bullied. In high school, there was this girl and I swear her life goal was to make mine a living hell. I thought no one liked me, I thought I was worthless."

I pull up my sleeve and Bella gasps. My wrist is patterned with thin white scars.

"It helped take my mind off the pain," I say between sobs, "each scar is a reminder if what they did to me, each name I was called. But I got better and I thought college would be different. New friends, new life but no. It's all just the same as it was."

"Oh Diana, I didn't know," Bella says tears streaming down her cheeks. She sniffs and wipes her eyes, "I'm not letting this happen again. Tonight you are going to stand up to Katie and Jessica and everyone else. I won't let you hurt yourself again."

"But-" I start.

"No buts. You're doing this!" Bella says.

"Okay," I say wiping my tears, "thank you for listening."

"Anytime," Bella replies smiling.

A/N: okay this looked a lot longer when I wrote it than it does now so don't judge me. Ugh, I can't do anything right.