Diana<3

Diana has been suffering with depression for years. Scars line her arms and ankles. She's kept them all hidden behind her pants and long-sleeves. How long can she keep up the brave face?

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11. James.

Diana's POV:

James, when we were kids he would always protect me from the older kids who would pick on me. Throughout the years he changed. He wasn't the nice boy I knew. He wanted one thing and only one thing and that was me. Now this isn't a romantic thing either, he just wanted to get in my pants and claim me as if I was a dog. After I became bestfriends with Emma he got worse, which made me more distant. Actually he was the reason I began cutting my arms. Every time he found out he would get very angry and hit me. I was vey afraid of him. I looked down at my arms and started shaking but then I felt someone wrapping their arms around me. I looked up and noticed Harry was standing their glaring at James. I looked around and noticed the other boys were near us too. 

"Leave Diana alone. She isn't yours. You touch her again you'll have to deal with us." Niall growled.

"Shes my girl!" James growled back. 

"No...No!!! No I'm not!!" I yelled hiding my face in Harry's chest. 

"If you aren't mine who's are you?!" James was about to hit me I just knew it. 

"Ours." Louis said punching James.  

We walked away, Harry's arm didn't unwrap from my side. I noticed Emma was talking to Rose. Why? They never talked. What was going on? Tonight I needed to call her to see what was going on. The rest of school went by pretty quickly which was okay by me. I looked around for one of the boys to walk home with and thankfully I found Harry. He made sure I was perfectly safe when I got inside before leaving. I sat down on my bed and called Emma. 

"Hello?" She answered 

"Hey Emma." I said 

"Oh hey Di. What's up?" She said

"Just wanted to see if you could come over." I said 

"Sure ill be over soon." She said before hanging up. 

I was so happy that we were still friends, but something in me felt off. Something wasn't right and I was really worried. A little bit later I heard a knock at the door and ran down to answer it. Once I opened the door I felt a painfully sting. Everything went black. 

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