Diana

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Diana's Point Of View

I grabbed my pen from my notebook at the end of my bed and rewrote over the faded ink. I watched as I traced each letter over multiple scars and winced when I traced over a new one. The quote was from my elbow down to my wrist. It read:

I like to draw with silver, it comes out red. Magic?

I smiled slightly at the quote. I pulled back down my sleeve and slumped against the headboard of my bed. I crumpled up the bloody tissue that I used to stop one of my bleeding cuts and tossed it into the rubbish bin next to my bed. I set my razor onto my nightstand. I gazed at my walls in my room and reread all of the quotes that I had written on them.

My parents don't even care, they don't come into my room anyways. Once I get home I go strait into my room, and then shut the door. I drown my thoughts in music and poetry, one of the few only things that I like.

School is absolute hell. I'm a cast out and get bullied constantly. Nobody likes me, I can tell. But I mean, who would like me anyways? They would just leave me anyway.

The one thing I don't get though is why they don't like me. I've never done anything to them. I've always been the quiet girl who sits in the back of class, always has been always will. Why me of all people? Why did it have to be me? Am I just that vulnerable and pickable?

High school is hell an I don't mind repeating that. And I have another year to go. I'm actually surprised that I've made it this far.

I grab my backpack from the floor and bring it up on my bed. I open the zipper and grab out my algebra text book and the composition notebook that goes with it. I grab my pen that I used to rewrite the quote ok my arm and opened my notebook and text book to the right page. I started to do my homework until a door slamming stopped my concentration.

"Dad's home." I muttered, twirling my pen. I heard him stomping up the stair case, passing my bedroom, and into his and mum's bedroom.

"Where have you been?!" Mum yelled.

"With friends!" Dad yelled back. I sighed and slipped in my earbuds into my ears and put my music on shuffle.

"You'll always be my summer love..." I sang softly along with the song. I could hear my parents screaming at each other and I turned up the volume. I heard a loud slap and I flinched. I turned the volume up to the highest setting and a tear fell down my cheek.

Damn thin walls.

I walked up to the wall next to my bedroom door, carrying my pen and putting my phone into my sweatshirt pocket with the earbuds still in my ears and blasting the song.

One Direction are my idols. They're music always helps me in my toughest times, and makes me happy. They are incredibly talented young individuals with amazing voices. The are all unique an that's what makes them special. The very first time I heard a song by them, I was about to commit suicide. When I listened to that song, I didn't follow with what I was going to do. They literally saved my life.

But everything is getting worse and more complicated and I don't know if I can take it anymore.

I walked to the side of the wall that was to the left of my door. I started to write on it. I glanced at the clock above my bed and continued to write.

These walls are

Far too thin

For emotional outbursts

At 10pm

I stood back and admired the quote I wrote. I could still hear my parents screaming and a few slaps when I walked back to my bed. The tears started to pour from my eyes and I wished the volume on my phone could be louder.

I shut my text book and notebook and put them and my pen back into my backpack. I set my backpack on the floor and crawled under the covers of my bed. I kept my headphones in and put on the song 'Over Again' by --of course-- One Direction. I put away my razor that was set on my nightstand away into one of the drawers and turned off my lamp.

I don't want to take the risk of my parents seeing my razor, even if they don't come in my room. It's just a safety procashon.

I closed my eyes and tried to focus on my music. I could feel the tears fall down the sides of my cheeks but didn't bother wiping them away. The last thing I heard was the end of 'Over Again' and their singing stopping.

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Hey guys! I really wanted to update this chapter an I'm sorry it's kind if short, I just wanted to write it really bad! A lot of people have written Diana stories and I thought that I should write one myself :)

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