My Protector
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A.N. I have the link to the Trailer. Warning this story will contain self harm here and there. I'll add a trigger warning in case you get easily triggered. Stay Strong and stay amazing <3
Song: Human by Christina Perri
I can fake a smile I can force a laugh
-
But I'm only human
And I bleed when I fall down I'm only human and I crash and I break down your words in my head, knives in my heart
- Diana's Point of View -
"Oh look, it's the freak, Diana." Josh, the guy who really hates my guts, shouts as I walk into school.
I roll my eyes and walk toward my locker.
He calls me freak for stupid reasons. One being I don't listen to the same music as most people as school and two I don't dress girly which to me I dress okay for a girl like myself.
Like I said. Stupid reasons.
He also calls me freak because I have blue hair. Pathetic. I would understand if he called me emo but freak? Doesn't make sense. Like I said pathetic.
Ahh Josh. He's a real douche bag. He's been calling me names since I was in fifth grade. In the beginning of 8th grade he moved schools and I was so happy. It was really great, until he got someone else to bully me for him. Bastard. When we entered high school, the bullying got worse. It started to get physical. Everyday I got home from school, I would always have either a bad bruise somewhere on my face and body or a bloody nose.
I tried to convince my parents to home school me, but that didn't work. They're always on busy in the office. They rarely acknowledge me. Last time we had a family dinner or moment was 3 months ago. It's not like they mistreat me but that they forget that they have a daughter.
Lately I stay locked in my room while they are busier than ever. We were once close but now we're not.
I grab my notebook for my next class and close the locker. I start heading to first period until a certain someone block the way. "Move Josh." I say, trying to get away from him. "What did you say?" He grabs my wrist and squeezes it. Hard. I wince. I have freshly new cuts there. "I said move Josh." I yank my wrist away from him. He glares at me.
He raises his hand and in a swift moment he slaps me across the face.
Everyone continues walking. No one stops nor gasps. It's just a regular day in school. This is pretty normal. People are used to seeing me get hurt.
Sad isn't it?
I place my hand on top of where he slapped me already knowing it's really red. "Look bitch, don't you back talk to me. Understand?" I slowly nod. He smirks. "Good. Now-" He grabs me by my hair and pushes me hard toward the lockers. "Get out of my way." He passes me, smiling widely.
I swear he's the devil in disguise.
He's the only person that bullies me in the school. Nobody else. Not even the cheerleaders bully me! People gives me sympathetic looks as I pass by.
People are scared to stand up to Josh. I look down at my wrist and see it's bleeding. I sigh as I get up, dusting my pants off and head to the restroom.
I poke my head inside making sure no one is there. Once the cost is clear I fully open the door and lock it. I open my book bag and take out everything I use to clean myself whenever I self harm.
I continue cleaning my wrist until I see no blood. I carefully wrap the wound with a bandage. I check my phone and see first period is about to end. I walk out of the restroom and head to my second period class.
I look down at my wrist. You can see a little bit of blood through it.
The bell rings and people pill into the hallways. I pull down my sleeve and keep walking toward my second period class.
I walk into the classroom, taking a seat by the window in the back. Like always. I love sitting next to the window. Especially when it rains. Like today. I like the rain.
It sometimes calms me. Plus, okay don't make fun of me, I daydream. A lot. I day dream about my celebrity crush and I are out in the rain running around, enjoying each others company. Kissing in the rain. (I need to stop watching all these romantic movies.) Like that's going to happen. Who would like someone like me? Someone who has cuts and scars on her body? Someone who gets ignore by her parents? Someone who is slowly breaking? Slowly starting to give up. Someone who thinks it'll be better if she was gone.
"Diana!" a voice calls my name. My head snaps to the front of the classroom. I see Mr. Lawley, along with the rest of the class starring at me. "Yes?" I ask. "Ms. Martin, would you please tell the class what it the formula to find the area in a triangle?" He asks. "It's uh base times height divided by two." He smiles. "Correct. Now everyone finish the packet. If you don't finish it, it will be homework." Everyone, including I, groan. "Oh hush. Be happy I didn't give you book work." He takes a seat and begins grading papers.
"Oh my gosh are you going to the One Direction concert next week? I hear the girl behind me say to her friend. "Hell yeah!.I heard that they're staying here for a while since it's their last show!" Her friend says.
What?
I turn around, facing the girl who name is . . . I don't know her name."One Direction is staying here for a while?" I ask the girl. She nods. "Yeah. You're a fan?" She asks. I nod. "No you're not. You're lying. Aren't you into rock bands?" One of the girls friend asks. Here we go again and who does this girl think she is? Telling me I'm not a fan because I listen to bands.
"It's true. I love both bands and One Direction." The girl friend doesn't look convinced. "When was One Direction formed?" Seriously?
"July 23rd. 2010."
"What's Harry's full name?" Is she seriously going to ask me questions?
"Harry Edward Styles."
"What was their first single?" I guess she is.
"What Makes You Beautiful."
"Name all the boys names from oldest to youngest."
For the love of god.
"Louis, Zayn, Liam, Niall, and Harry."
"Are all of them British?"
Is she serious? It's 2013! She's giving me 2012 carrot questions if you know what I mean.
"Nope. Only Louis, Zayn, Liam, and Harry. Niall is Irish."
After answering ridiculous questions, the girls friend cuts her off.
"Liz, shut up. She's clearly a fan." The girl behind me tells 'Liz'. I smile and turn around, starting on the packet Mr. Lawley gave us.
"Diana." The girl behind me ( I still don't know her name.) says. I turn around. "Have you heard One Direction's new song? It was leaked this morning during first period!" I shake my head.
"No. Is it from their next album?" I ask.
"I'm not sure but everyone is think it is. Oh and guess what? The song is called Diana." My eyes widen. "Really?!" I ask. She nods. "Where can I listen to the song?"
"Here." She hands me her phone. "Give me your number and I'll send to the link. They're two versions. One is like bad quality and the other one is a bit better. The better version is hard to find."
I type in my number and hand her phone back. "I'm Sarah by the way. You probably didn't know thats since I noticed you space out a lot."
"Yeah I'm sorry." I scratch my neck awkwardly. "It's fine. Here let me send you the link."
"Thank you."
About 30 seconds later my phone lights up.
I open it and see a message from an unknown number which is Sarah's. I click the link which sends me directly to youtube.
I put my earphones on and take a deep breathe.
I click play and immediately Zayns beautiful voices comes in strong
Diana
The front pages are your pictures,
They make you look so small,
How could someone not miss you at all?
I never would mistreat ya,
Oh I'm not a criminal,
I speak a different language but I still hear your call.
I pull out my earphone and stare at absolutely nothing. Wow. It's an amazing song. I'm kinda speechless. I feel like this song is made for me. I don't know. I look down at my homework, noticing dried tear drops. I wipe my face with my sleeve.
The bell rings, signaling second period is over. I collect my things and head to third period.
****
School just ended, which means I need to hurry up and get to the bus before Josh finds me.
I speed walk to the front door of the school. As I make my way to the buses, someone pushes me hard, making me fall flat on my face. I groan, knowing who it is.
"Trying to get away from me freak?" Josh asks. "Well I just came to give you a reminder of worthless you are. No one will care if you died. Not even your own parents. Shit, we'll throw a party instead of a funeral."
He kicks me really hard in the stomach. "Bye." He laughs and walks away. "Fuck my life." I mumble to myself.
As usual, people walk pass me. Some giving me a sympathetic smile. Like I said before. They're used to seeing me get hurt. This happens every day.
Every. Single. Day.
Some days I get lucky and make it to the bus. But not today.
I slowly stand up, not trying to make my stomach hurt even more. I get to the bus and take a seat in the very back. I sigh. I put my ear phones in playing my music loud not really caring if people in the bus can hear it.
Today was a long day. Like always.
I hate my life.
Song: Human by Christina Perri
I can fake a smile I can force a laugh
-
But I'm only human
And I bleed when I fall down I'm only human and I crash and I break down your words in my head, knives in my heart
- Diana's Point of View -
"Oh look, it's the freak, Diana." Josh, the guy who really hates my guts, shouts as I walk into school.
I roll my eyes and walk toward my locker.
He calls me freak for stupid reasons. One being I don't listen to the same music as most people as school and two I don't dress girly which to me I dress okay for a girl like myself.
Like I said. Stupid reasons.
He also calls me freak because I have blue hair. Pathetic. I would understand if he called me emo but freak? Doesn't make sense. Like I said pathetic.
Ahh Josh. He's a real douche bag. He's been calling me names since I was in fifth grade. In the beginning of 8th grade he moved schools and I was so happy. It was really great, until he got someone else to bully me for him. Bastard. When we entered high school, the bullying got worse. It started to get physical. Everyday I got home from school, I would always have either a bad bruise somewhere on my face and body or a bloody nose.
I tried to convince my parents to home school me, but that didn't work. They're always on busy in the office. They rarely acknowledge me. Last time we had a family dinner or moment was 3 months ago. It's not like they mistreat me but that they forget that they have a daughter.
Lately I stay locked in my room while they are busier than ever. We were once close but now we're not.
I grab my notebook for my next class and close the locker. I start heading to first period until a certain someone block the way. "Move Josh." I say, trying to get away from him. "What did you say?" He grabs my wrist and squeezes it. Hard. I wince. I have freshly new cuts there. "I said move Josh." I yank my wrist away from him. He glares at me.
He raises his hand and in a swift moment he slaps me across the face.
Everyone continues walking. No one stops nor gasps. It's just a regular day in school. This is pretty normal. People are used to seeing me get hurt.
Sad isn't it?
I place my hand on top of where he slapped me already knowing it's really red. "Look bitch, don't you back talk to me. Understand?" I slowly nod. He smirks. "Good. Now-" He grabs me by my hair and pushes me hard toward the lockers. "Get out of my way." He passes me, smiling widely.
I swear he's the devil in disguise.
He's the only person that bullies me in the school. Nobody else. Not even the cheerleaders bully me! People gives me sympathetic looks as I pass by.
People are scared to stand up to Josh. I look down at my wrist and see it's bleeding. I sigh as I get up, dusting my pants off and head to the restroom.
I poke my head inside making sure no one is there. Once the cost is clear I fully open the door and lock it. I open my book bag and take out everything I use to clean myself whenever I self harm.
I continue cleaning my wrist until I see no blood. I carefully wrap the wound with a bandage. I check my phone and see first period is about to end. I walk out of the restroom and head to my second period class.
I look down at my wrist. You can see a little bit of blood through it.
The bell rings and people pill into the hallways. I pull down my sleeve and keep walking toward my second period class.
I walk into the classroom, taking a seat by the window in the back. Like always. I love sitting next to the window. Especially when it rains. Like today. I like the rain.
It sometimes calms me. Plus, okay don't make fun of me, I daydream. A lot. I day dream about my celebrity crush and I are out in the rain running around, enjoying each others company. Kissing in the rain. (I need to stop watching all these romantic movies.) Like that's going to happen. Who would like someone like me? Someone who has cuts and scars on her body? Someone who gets ignore by her parents? Someone who is slowly breaking? Slowly starting to give up. Someone who thinks it'll be better if she was gone.
"Diana!" a voice calls my name. My head snaps to the front of the classroom. I see Mr. Lawley, along with the rest of the class starring at me. "Yes?" I ask. "Ms. Martin, would you please tell the class what it the formula to find the area in a triangle?" He asks. "It's uh base times height divided by two." He smiles. "Correct. Now everyone finish the packet. If you don't finish it, it will be homework." Everyone, including I, groan. "Oh hush. Be happy I didn't give you book work." He takes a seat and begins grading papers.
"Oh my gosh are you going to the One Direction concert next week? I hear the girl behind me say to her friend. "Hell yeah!.I heard that they're staying here for a while since it's their last show!" Her friend says.
What?
I turn around, facing the girl who name is . . . I don't know her name."One Direction is staying here for a while?" I ask the girl. She nods. "Yeah. You're a fan?" She asks. I nod. "No you're not. You're lying. Aren't you into rock bands?" One of the girls friend asks. Here we go again and who does this girl think she is? Telling me I'm not a fan because I listen to bands.
"It's true. I love both bands and One Direction." The girl friend doesn't look convinced. "When was One Direction formed?" Seriously?
"July 23rd. 2010."
"What's Harry's full name?" Is she seriously going to ask me questions?
"Harry Edward Styles."
"What was their first single?" I guess she is.
"What Makes You Beautiful."
"Name all the boys names from oldest to youngest."
For the love of god.
"Louis, Zayn, Liam, Niall, and Harry."
"Are all of them British?"
Is she serious? It's 2013! She's giving me 2012 carrot questions if you know what I mean.
"Nope. Only Louis, Zayn, Liam, and Harry. Niall is Irish."
After answering ridiculous questions, the girls friend cuts her off.
"Liz, shut up. She's clearly a fan." The girl behind me tells 'Liz'. I smile and turn around, starting on the packet Mr. Lawley gave us.
"Diana." The girl behind me ( I still don't know her name.) says. I turn around. "Have you heard One Direction's new song? It was leaked this morning during first period!" I shake my head.
"No. Is it from their next album?" I ask.
"I'm not sure but everyone is think it is. Oh and guess what? The song is called Diana." My eyes widen. "Really?!" I ask. She nods. "Where can I listen to the song?"
"Here." She hands me her phone. "Give me your number and I'll send to the link. They're two versions. One is like bad quality and the other one is a bit better. The better version is hard to find."
I type in my number and hand her phone back. "I'm Sarah by the way. You probably didn't know thats since I noticed you space out a lot."
"Yeah I'm sorry." I scratch my neck awkwardly. "It's fine. Here let me send you the link."
"Thank you."
About 30 seconds later my phone lights up.
I open it and see a message from an unknown number which is Sarah's. I click the link which sends me directly to youtube.
I put my earphones on and take a deep breathe.
I click play and immediately Zayns beautiful voices comes in strong
Diana
The front pages are your pictures,
They make you look so small,
How could someone not miss you at all?
I never would mistreat ya,
Oh I'm not a criminal,
I speak a different language but I still hear your call.
I pull out my earphone and stare at absolutely nothing. Wow. It's an amazing song. I'm kinda speechless. I feel like this song is made for me. I don't know. I look down at my homework, noticing dried tear drops. I wipe my face with my sleeve.
The bell rings, signaling second period is over. I collect my things and head to third period.
****
School just ended, which means I need to hurry up and get to the bus before Josh finds me.
I speed walk to the front door of the school. As I make my way to the buses, someone pushes me hard, making me fall flat on my face. I groan, knowing who it is.
"Trying to get away from me freak?" Josh asks. "Well I just came to give you a reminder of worthless you are. No one will care if you died. Not even your own parents. Shit, we'll throw a party instead of a funeral."
He kicks me really hard in the stomach. "Bye." He laughs and walks away. "Fuck my life." I mumble to myself.
As usual, people walk pass me. Some giving me a sympathetic smile. Like I said before. They're used to seeing me get hurt. This happens every day.
Every. Single. Day.
Some days I get lucky and make it to the bus. But not today.
I slowly stand up, not trying to make my stomach hurt even more. I get to the bus and take a seat in the very back. I sigh. I put my ear phones in playing my music loud not really caring if people in the bus can hear it.
Today was a long day. Like always.
I hate my life.
Notes
here's the trailer (: please sub to if you want
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4BOuXJ5_qJk
