Diana

Twenty Five - Letters

Previously

The rectangle door swung open and what we saw there had made the urge to open the locker regretful.

Present

Harry's POV

None of us dared to even go closer to the locker. The sight of it was extremely disturbing. There were all red marks on the locker, which definitely seemed like blood. I gathered courage and reached out for a plastic cover that was placed in a pool of blood. The others were a little surprised when I did this. There were two papers on the cover, one had a bold letter 'I' and the other was a letter. A letter from Diana.

3rd November 2007

Dear Harry, Liam, Niall, Zayn and Louis

I feel like there's nothing that can explain myself right now. This place I'm trapped in is impossible to break into. So please don't try to come here. The only thing I want right now is for y'all to be safe. Nothing but that. I can't afford to lose y'all to save myself. I promise I'll be okay. I'm gonna find a way out of here. Thank you for being there for me, for guiding me, for making me smile, for staying by my side, for everything, literally, everything. From the day we met unexpectedly to this day and forever, I'm grateful for everything. Hopefully, I'll see y'all again, soon. 

Love, x

My vision was blurry because tears started to fill in my eyes. There was a heavy silence in the atmosphere. The black labrador,  whom we named as 'Cody', was looking at us, matching the silence. This letter definitely didn't mean Diana was fine and the fact that we couldn't do anything made the situation even worse. All these thoughts were pushed out of my head when the notification sound broke the stillness in the atmosphere.

None of us dared to speak about this letter. But I did, " Diana will be fine, guys. WE'LL GET HER OUT NO MATTER WHAT"

Louis showed us the message on the phone, the next clue.

New message from an Unknown number

How's everything, guys?!

I don't know about y'all but, my life is pretty good.

Also, Diana is lying in a room and she's covered with stitches, bruises, blood and tears. And I finally saw hatred, regret, death and fear in her eyes. Those eyes, which were always fierce and brave, are now an inch away from giving up.

"Where the hell is the clue in here," Niall said, knowingly avoiding all the things Sam has mentioned.

But for me, it all made sense.

"Let's not fall for his tricks, okay? Diana will be fine" Liam tried to make the best out of the situation.

But it totally failed when Zayn said, "What if it's too late-"

Before he could continue what he was saying, I spoke, "I got it. The clue."

They turned their heads to me, everyone except Louis. He is scared more than anyone else, his eyes were blood red and were filled with tears. I could sense it, though his eyes were only staring at the marble floor.

"The phrases 'Stitches Bruises Blood and Tears' and 'Hatred Regret Death and Fear' used in there is a part of Diana's poem," I said.

No one answered but, it wasn't bothering me. I just went on, "Louis, you have her bag, right?"

"It's in the car," He finally spoke.

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As I unzipped her bag to get the book, many memories started to unlock in my head, which made me smile internally. We then found a paper, again, between the pages of the book, in which she wrote her poem. Now, it had the letter 'A'. What the hell does any of the letters even mean? Why the hell is Sam putting so much effort in making us reach her? It's very odd, but I don't think there's any other way. After all, she's the only person I have ever become this close to in a short period. She has such a beautiful personality, I can't bear such a loss. I just hope everything goes fine.

Diana's POV

Days have passed and I have no clue about what's happening with me. Staying in this dark room, not knowing the difference between dawn and dusk, I am drained mentally and physically. More than anything, I miss my mom and my friends, who are probably putting themselves in danger to find me. Little do they know, that it's impossible to get to me. After months of fights and struggling mentally, I have given up hope. There's nothing that can be done. Sometimes, the powerful and ones with wrong intentions win over the ones who are good.

I heard footsteps approaching the room. It was Paul, he swung open the heavy metal door and came inside. He didn't utter a word for the next minute. The rays of light from the tiny window were enough to judge Paul's face.

"It's over. Isn't it?" I  said, knowing what's gonna happen to me.

Louis POV

If there was anything that could explain me right now, it would be the word 'numb'. I am deprived of my feelings, senses and emotions. What have we done? Where are we even heading with these clues? Is Diana fine? I have let her down so badly, I have never been guilty about a thing as much as I am right now. I should've protected her and prevent all of this from happening.  On the contrary, I thought, there's nothing that can be done by blaming myself right now.

It's been over an hour since we came back, now all of us sitting on the lawn, including Cody. None of us wanted to go inside the house. One, we didn't dare to face Mrs. Emma. Two, going in there is just pain, it's gonna bring back so many memories and make us feel miserable that we could've created a lot more memories if none of this ever happened.

Then my eyes caught one of the most unusual sights ever. A man just ran out of the back door and quickly jumped into a car, from what I saw, it was waiting for him to get in. It was impossible to recognise who it was because his face was covered with a mask. He looked like what Liam explained he had seen at school, a dark shady figure sneaking around. Before I could process what had just happened, the car was nowhere to be seen.

I sprung up to my feet and started running in the direction the car had been facing. The street was completely empty. Cody ran behind me and was now barking in that direction.

"Louis, what the hell happened?" Liam questioned.

"A dude had run away after breaking into the house," I told them.

Without even reacting to what I said, they walked their way into the house. We searched the whole house to find any unusual sight. After some time, all of us ended up near Diana's room door. We just looked at each other's faces, too scared to open the door and see what's inside.

I gathered up all the courage, which I couldn't have used earlier and opened the door.

The room was just as it has ever looked. The same homely essence, the beautiful paintings, the photo frames that was nostalgic. But the bed had a piece of paper on it. I was sick of this papers, it never brings good to us. The others have already spread across the room and started to examine all the things. None of them noticed the paper on the bed.

I took small steps to the bed because I wasn't ready for what it bears. The rest have turned towards me, bizarre thing was that Cody was rather silent and hasn't barked. Yet again, the paper had a bold letter, the letter 'D'. Fragments of thoughts shot into my head and I hurried all of them to do something.

Niall had brought out the first-ever piece of paper we had received with the letter 'N'. Zayn quickly unfolded the paper, which bared the letter 'A'. Liam, too, took out the paper on which the letter 'I' was written. Harry had taken out the paper on which the letter 'A' was written.

They placed the letters N, A, I and A along with the Letter D. I quickly rearranged them and the word 'DIANA' was framed.

Zayn just dropped his phone to the ground, which startled all of us.

He was blankly staring at the door of the wardrobe, which we hadn't noticed yet. With one of the ugliest shades of red colour, it was written, 'IS DEAD'. 

A/N

It's been a very long time, 3 damn months! The last few months were really hectic for me, many things have stood against me continuing to write this story. Presently, I feel like everything's fine and decided to continue writing. I can never be more grateful for everyone who has chosen to read my story. Thank you very much=)

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