Chapter One
- Katie’s POV -
‘It hurt like nobody could describe. You couldn’t understand until you’ve been through the pain. Sitting there and listening to that stuck-up doctor telling you that you can’t be happy. It hurts. Being told that you’re never ever going to be 100% happy. You run out of there trying to escape, but you can’t. Someone grabs you telling you that it will be okay. But there lying. It will never be okay. They don’t know why your being like this, it’s not a subject you talk about to your family. One person knew but you lost them and hurt them, just like you do to everyone. Nobody could ever love you.’
That was the first page in the diary, how you wish you knew whose diary though. You understood that person, how they felt, what they were told and who to talk to. It was the 3th March 2014 when it hit you, literally! You remember it clearly, standing at the front singing along to ‘Amnesia’ By 5 Seconds Of Summer. It got to the chorus when people were throwing all sorts of things on stage (eg. Bras, CDs, Tops, Underwear, Food, Pictures) but because you were so near a fan’s diary hit you by accident. You were with your best friend, Lydia, at the time and together you were determined to find out who the depressed person was. You asked if anyone was there and threw a diary on stage but you never were popular on twitter so it never got noticed. You just wanted to help them.
-Molly’s POV-
Checking my twitter was painful this morning. I saw that people had found my diary, I regret throwing it now. I’m just going to keep quiet about it, my little secret. They don’t need to know about the depression, do they? Even if they say they understand and care, they won’t. It’s not the sort of thing society does understand anymore. I don’t even understand me anymore to be honest.
That night was purely to remove the bad memories and make new ones with friends that nobody could ever replace. I suppose they didn’t read near the end of the diary because it explains why I get the hate and why I’m like this. I thought it would be easier but it’s not, because the pains still there. Oh well, nobody cares, you haven’t got long living the normal life anyway.
-Katie’s POV-
I read onwards, I regret picking it up so much. I thought I could help but I can’t anymore because she’s written about how boys have driven her so far that she’s a mental hospital. There expecting her there tomorrow, I want to go but she doesn’t say where exactly. Things got too far for her. I said I understood, but I don’t anymore, I’ve never experienced having an abusive family because they imply that music is changing you.
‘He hit me again; he does it because he says it makes me stop listening to that shit, apparently its ruining me. His struggling to accept that I can like who I want, his always has chosen my life. Tonight I’m going to sit here and cry, their music is the only thing that keeps me going, that’s how bad things have gotten. I want to leave this all behind, start fresh. But everywhere I go, I get treated differently, differently because of my laptops content. How was I supposed to know a few depressed pictures would lead to this? The scars have got to deep, and the memories get worse. Another night here will kill me.’
That was the last page… I needed to help her. See I never had a father, not even one to beat me. I needed to protect her from the world because I needed protecting 2 years ago, when my family was murdered. I’ve always protected my younger brother from the arsonists who changed our lives. I was going to find her.
