Dear Diary,
I don’t know what I’m going to do about Simon. He cornered me in the hall at school the other day and shoved the teddy bear I gave him back in my face. He even ripped the letter I wrote him and threw the pieces at me. He said he doesn’t want anything to do with me and called me a psycho bitch. I have been nothing but patient with him. All I want is for us to be together, but he’s making that very difficult. I was so angry that I marched straight to the athletic centre and grabbed a baseball bat from storage. I went out into the parking lot and smashed the windows in his car. I went back into the school and smashed in his locker. I tossed the bat to the floor and ran into the girls’ bathroom and locked myself in one of the stalls. I scooped a razor blade out of my bag and cut myself. What a rush. I felt a high that I never felt before. This is all Simon’s fault. If he would just accept that fact that we’re meant to be together instead of pushing me away, things could have gone differently. When I stepped out of the stall to clean the blood off my arm a girl entered the bathroom and there were two teachers with her. They saw what I did. If that wasn’t bad enough, I was standing there with a bloody arm and a razor blade in my hand. The teachers escorted me to the office. They ended up calling my parents.
During therapy we talked about what happened. My parents were yelling at each other and blaming each other for my mental state. Dr. Wilson suggested that they admit me into Hessner Mental Institution. For the first time in a long time they agreed on something.
The Diary of Hanna Clark-I Know, Right? 