Effective Love

**** Later that night****
I threw my bag down and kicked off my heels as I fell down onto my soft duvet, I was finally in the comfort of my own warm bedroom again. My chest rose and fell heavily as I rested my head against the memory foam pillow, letting my head sink into the fabric I turnt over and focused my vision on my alarm clock. “10:30PM” it read. I huffed at myself knowing that if I didn’t go to bed soon, I’d have my dad on my case. Pushing my dad out of my mind, I reached over and opened up the draw of my bedside table, I rustled through the items I had within the draw and grasped a small decorated box in my hand. It rested on my lap for a couple seconds when I lightly pulled at the lock to open it. inside laid my diary. Filled with all of my secrets, this book was worth more than you could imagine. I opened it up and flipped through to the next clear page, letting my pen hit the paper the ink leaked out the words of my inner thoughts. It wrote
“Dear Diary,
Im tired, I had a long day at school only to come home and be filled with a list of jobs to do. I guess I was rewarded with a dinner afterwards but that’s not the point, they lectured me about my grades again and it made me feel sick so I made an excuse to leave the dinner table early. I met Harry from one direction. He’s pretty nice, a lot taller than I imagined he’d be, im surprised no one recognized him actually. Would have been pretty funny if they did. I keep on repeating the words that my step mum told me earlier, they are eating away at my confidence, I want to break down and cry but I know I won’t. I have to keep it in because no one will listen to me, what is the point.
Diana xox”
Processing the words, my heart dropped and depressive thoughts flew over me, I suddenly felt like my head was pounding, I began to feel a sharp pain take over my body as I forced it down to rest. I was having a panic attack. The emotion was so strong it made my body react this way, in some ways I was used to it and some ways I wasn’t. My breath shortened and I blacked out for a few seconds.
*BANG*
I suddenly woke up on the floor next to my desk. My eyes opened slowly, looking up I saw the room spinning, and all I could see was blurred pictures of one direction. I heard my step mum and my dad talking down stairs
“What is that girl doing up there?”
The door swung open and footsteps gradually got closer and closer towards my bedroom. My head still rested on my bed room floor when I looked up and noticed my dad standing in the door frame of my dark bedroom. A small beam of light hit the bottom of his chin, gently lighting it up. A gasp escaped my lips as I looked up and met with his fiery orbs.

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