diana

10 // The Letter

*8 Days in California*

The past few days of therapy have been surprisely exciting. I love my therapist. She is my rockstar, from growing up homeless to receiving a Bachelor's degree in Biology to preserve her career as a teacher, but decided to help others, which is an awesome achievement!

Meghan, my therapist's name, ask me to write down what has happened in my life the past few years whiling living in London.

I wrote a whole book. Exaggerating, but Its a long letter then I intended it to be. I am currently in my room, appling makeup to my face. I swipe the black eyeliner across my bottom lid and repeating my actions on the top lid until it's perfect.

Since I have arrived in Cali, I haven't had the urge to smoke, have sex, or drink alcohol. I finally feel more relaxed then I have ever felt when I was in London. Surprisely, the only two people I miss are Rose and Liam. I can say that I am slow getting over my feelings for Harry, I still love him though but as a good friend. I have realized that I don't need a man to be happy. At least that is what Meghan has told me. Speaking of Meghan, my appointment is in ten minutes.

I slip on a pair of ripped skinny shirt and a loose fitting shirt with a pair of converses to add some edge. I grab my purse and head to my car. Oh yeah, my aunt brought me a car for my approvement in therapy.

It takes fifiteen minutes to arrive there. I turn up the volume on my radio as my favorite song blairs through the speakers. I jam out as I sing along to the song. After about ten minutes, I have reached my destination.

I walk into the therapy, checking into the room, as Michelle type it in her computer.

Rachel, Meghan's assistant, escorts me to her office. Where she will read my letter out loud.

I take a deep breathe as we made our way towards the door. I open it. Meghan is sitting at her desk, that is filled with a bunch of files, she looks up at me and smiles.

Meghan greets me, "Hey Diana, How are you, today?" I smile, I love how she cares so much about me, "I am doing awesome!" She claps her hands, pleased with my answer. She ask, "Do you have your letter for me?" I nod, "I do." I smile as I hand her the folded piece of paper.

She starts to read it out loud.

dear the stressed and misunderstood diana,

I grow up in a small town in London where everyone knew everyone's business. I lived in a small house outside of Chesire. I went to Holmes Chapel High School and dropped out to come here to live with my aunt. There are many reasons why I needed to do this. Finally, seeing it as my time to share my thoughts and feelings now.

A few years ago, I was maybe about fifteen when I had my first real relationship. His name was Louis Tomlinson. I was so in love with him. I thought he was the one! We did everything together. But when I turned sixteen, I found out Louis wasn't being faithful. I found out he was cheating. Cheating on me with the most digusting girl at our school, her name was Amber. I also heard she didn't do it because she hated me, she did it to be apart of a group. She wanted to be in the popular group, the leader being the one I loath the most, Emma.

Emma has always hatred me for whatever reason, til this day, I don't know why.

After that, I was a wreck for years. To doing bad in school, partying constantly and to having sex whenever I could, I got kicked out of my own house. It was bad. It seemed like no one cared enough for me. Anyway..

A few months ago, Emma took away someone I cared so deeply about from me. I was devastated and shocked. I found out he was going behind my back with her. We were not together, but I depserately wanted to be his. But he didn't feel the same. Not until I found him, I thought I had found my happiness again. The problem was that he was dating my sister.

His name was Harry. We had an affair. I made him cheat on my own sister. She soon got suspious about us being so close. A few weeks ago, he told me that we needed to break up our 'romantic affair'. I again was heartbroken and mostly confused. After he left, I just stopped caring. I smoked on a regular basis and drank very heavy amounts of vodka and liquor. I was a major wreck until I decided it was time to get away from all this. I told my best friend, Rose, to look up plane tickets to California the next day and here I am.

I am proud of myself for making the decision to come here. I seriously haven't felt this good in a long time.

Love, a very pleased,

diana

Meghan looks up from the paper, licking her lips, "That was so powerful. I am so proud of you!" She jumps up to pull me into a tight hug. We stood in each other's embrace for a while before she let me go.

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*Back in London*

Harry's POV

It has been eight long days since I saw Diana at the airport. I miss her so much. It's like she took the other half of my heart with her. I sigh, sitting up at the table in the cafeteria.

I haven't been the same since she left. I have been really distant from my friends and family, except Gemma. She knew me to well. She knew I was in love with Diana from the moment she saw me laid eyes on her. she tired helping me, but it was no use. I wasn't over her. And I don't think I ever will be.

The day, she left, Autumn dumped me out of no where. I was going to tell Diana the news, but she was already leaving. There was nothing I could do to stop her.

I should just try and move on before I get extremely attached.

But I know. I know that will never happen.
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There are only two more chapters left until Diana is offically over.

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