Im so pissy with Dolan. I thought we were friends, but we obviously aren't. My texts are my building. But of course Dolan had to interfere and attack me. He made my nose and mouth bleed. I stormed out of the studio, crying as I went. 'Hey Shima' Emoji chimed in 'Hi' I mumbled back, trying to disguise my tears, my nose, my mouth and my red eyes. Emoji wasn't fooled. 'OMG Shima what happened?' was the reaction. 'Oh nothing, just that Dolan attacked me' I replied 'What?!?! Why?' replied a shocked Emoji. 'Read this' I sniffiled,handing my phone over to her, so she could read the texts from Pandora. Emoji read them. Then she got a tissue, wet it and started dabbing it on my cuts. 'Wheres Dolan now?' Emoji asked 'I think still in the studio-' I replied. Emoji got up and ran up the stairs to the studio... FUCK!!! I DON'T WANT DOLAN TO GET HURT, EVEN THOUGH HE HURT ME!!!!. I too got up and started running to the studio, in enough time too, for Emoji was just walking casually up to Dolan...with a penknife... Then everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. Dolan turned around, to see Emoji swinging down the knife. I jumped in front of Dolan, putting my hand in front of the blade. Emoji let go off it. Dolan took the penknife out from my palm. Emoji tried lunging for it. I grabbed it, went to the window and threw it into the garage can just below. I looked at my palm. Blood was starting to pour from it. I licked it. Emoji ran to the first aid cupboard...to find it absolutely empty. Dolan ran to the bathroom and came back with toilet paper, which he wrapped around my hand. 'Dolan, why did you attack Shima earlier?' Emoji yelled 'Shit, not this story again' I heard Dolan mutter to himself... I left in pure anger and frustration...