Diana [One Direction Fan Fiction]

Chapter Four: Uh-oh!

The alarm clock in my room went off. I checked the time. 5:30.  Shit, I have the morning shift today.

I dragged myself out of bed and looked in the mirror. "AHHHHHH!' I screamed in terror at the monstrosity,also known as mu-ah, me, myself, and I, screamed back in the mirror. I poked, prodded, and made weird faces in the mirror. Yeesh.. morning me is scary...

I shimmied into my work uniform and put in my mothers pearl earrings, the last thing i have left of her besides this house.I went and quickly did my make-up, and moved on to hair.

 I ran my fingers through my hair in attempt to calm it down, but it only got angrier.

"RELEASE ME SPAWN OF SATAN!" I shouted as it refused to let go of my fingers. It finally ejected my fingers and I decided to just use a brush.  I finally gave up, used a brush, and threw it into a bun. I used some deodorant that I had gotten from the dollar store and spritzed on some 50 cent vanilla perfume.

I wrestled on my converse and ran out the door only to slam into a rock hard body drenched in expensive cologne.I looked up and.. what the heck!??!

I looked up,"Oh Hey Zayn..." I said, confusion clear in my features.

"Hey,"he said back,"I just wanted to tell you how sorry Niall is. He didn't know what he was saying. See, a while back, he dated a girl with scars, and he didn't care. He loved her with all of his heart.They didn't make a difference to him at all. Then, she killed herself without warning after her best friend attempted suicide. Life was too much for her after that. So, Niall has sworn off girls who have scars or do anything like that, because he doesn't want to be hurt again." My breath hitched.

"Still,"I said, not entirely willing to forgive Niall,"You need to be careful about what you say with people like me. Let me tell you, what Niall said, I will never forget." I shakily swore to him.

Zayn nodded and his eyes clouded to a darker color,"Oh. I completely understand. My sister used to cut." 

My jaw dropped. His sister?! But Zayn's life seemed so.....perfect.  Maybe everyone is not what they seem. No matter how much you think you know.  My heart was aching at the thought of all they had been through... felt.... thought about. That doesn't make anyone trust worthy though, never again i had sworn to myself. Never again will I trust the wrong person, or anyone for that matter.

he cleared his throat, looking at the ground and scratching the back of his neck," hey.. so.. would you like.. wanna.. maybe.. hang out later?" He gave me the puppy eyes but still seemed unsure of himself.

"Sure!" I shrugged and he flashed me a lopsided grin.

"Pick you up around 6?" He questioned and bit his lip.

"Yeah, see you then!" I smiled and walked towards my dad's old car. My grin grew as I heard him whisper-shout "yes!" as i walked off.

I checked the time. I have to be there in ten minutes and I live nine minutes away. I quickly waved goodbye to Zayn and ran to my car. I started the engine and pulled out of my driveway. I probably was 20 over the speed limit yet I was still late.

As I walked into the door, I hoped to go unnoticed by my boss. To my not surprise, he was waiting at the door for me,"Where the heck were you?!?! You worthless piece of-." I tuned him out. That is, of course, until he said,"Your fired."

No. No. The words replayed through my mind again and again. There aren't many jobs in the small town I live in. I'm never going to find another employer. How am I going to pay for....life? I  sobbed hopelessly and leaned on the outside of the building. I covered  my eyes with my arms and slid down the wall. The feeling is terribly isolating... hopelessness I mean. No more cheap foodsno foods once-so-ever. Sobs racked my body as I racked my brain, trying to figure what in the world I was going to do.

"...Diana?" A familiar Irish accent rang out. Fear shook the despair out of me as I bolted to my feet. Uh-uh. Nope. No way. Nuh-uh.  Not dealing with this right now!

Why don't girls have an alarm to tell you when hot guys, drama, or just someone you really don't want to deal with is coming your way.

 ALERT! ALERT! HOT GUY, DRAMA, AND SOMEONE YOU DON'T WANNA TALK TO ARE ALL COMING YOUR WAY! GET YOUR ISH TOGETHER OR RUUNNN!!! 

Oh Thanks mental alarm, you were a little late, don't you think? Maybe, next time, try to alert me when they aren't TWO FEET AWAY!

I internally groaned and off I went.

"DIANA! WAIT!" He protested, chasing after me. No thank you! I'll continue running like your a rapist and I'm your next victim. Who knows, it might happen.

I leapt over some hedges and dove into my car. Slamming the key into the ignition and turning it hard, I peeled out of the parking lot and onto the highway.  Tears were still streaming down my face, and I still couldn't stop sobbing. I wiped my face, took a deep breath, and tried to supply air to my lungs. Instead, I continued having a panic attack. FUN. right? Nope. I huffed and puffed, turning red from my lack of oxygen. Stupid boys. Stupid job. Stupid death. Stupid World. Stupid everything!  I slammed my palm on the steering wheel and reached into the glove box. I felt around for the box cutter, trying to keep my eyes on the road. My vision went blurry as tears welled up in my eyes. Nothing was there.

"Fuck!" I screamed and slammed my palm against the steering wheel again, gritting my teeth and weeping. I felt so digusting.weak. What if I just ended it all. Never had to worry about paying bills, and getting food. Never being hurt again. Just... being... GONE.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my small, 8-gig iPod. I plugged in the crappy headphones I also had in my bag and put my iPod on shuffle. 

My Ipod is like, part orf me. It always has the perfect song to play for however i feel at tha moment.

My thoughts were confirmed when my iPod went straight to "I'm Not Okay" by My Chemical Romance. Fate works mysteriously. Very mysteriously. But, life is good with a little mystery.

At this point, I was almost laughing at myself. I'm a mess, I thought."I'm a complete mess!" I yelled out happily for the world to here."I'm such a mental case." And I continued just to act like a retard.

"POPTARTS!" I screamed when I missed my turn, furious and oblivious to all of the other cars, i made a U- turn around the median. I safely made it to my turn, jerked around, and saw two very blinding lights shining directly through my windshield.

HOONKKK HONNKKKK HONNNKKKK!"  The giant truck bellowed, I slammed on my brakes, but just at that moment... I found out my brake lines had been cut. Uh-oh.

To be continued...