The Diary of an Angel: My Story

Part 13

November 11

I saw him again.

After Akila poured her heart out to me I realized that I wasn't the only crazy person. She started the engine again and we drove in silence. I know it hurt her to talk about Rayyah.

Rayyah was my mother.

We finally arrived home.  I opened the car door and jumped out. For some reason Harry's car was in the driveway. Akila gave me a questioning look and ran up to the porch. I was right behind her. She unlocked the door and we cautiously walked inside. "Hello?" She called out. "In the kitchen." Harry yelled back.

My backpack slipped off my shoulders and fell to the ground. I didn't care. We tiptoed to the kitchen, still wondering why he was home early. Harry was sitting at the kitchen table in sweatpants and no shirt. Even though he's my uncle, I must say he did have a 6-pack.

Akila threw her purse on the counter and came up behind him, throwing her arms around his neck. "What are you doing home early?" She asked.

"I quit my job."

We both gasped. "YOU DID WHAT?"

Harry rolled his eyes, "We have enough money and plus I thought I needed to stay home more often." Akila gulped and put her face on his head, "We'll figure something out." 

They stood there for a little bit while I leaned against the wall and smiled. I never realized before how perfect they were for each other. Even by the way they look at each other, you can tell they love each other. Who knew?

A gypsy and a celebrity could fall in love. I felt a pang in my heart. My parents. 

I left the room and ran up the stairs. I continued down the hall and tiptoed up the stairs to the attic. I coughed as I walked inside. We hadn't been up here in forever. I saw millions of boxes listed such things as "Linens" and "Christmas" and "Birthdays" and "Photos" and......."Memories"

That's the one I want.

I climbed over a few boxes and chairs and grasped the box. Unfortunately it was too heavy. I lost my balance and fell over with an "oof!" Contents spilled out of the package. Picture books, loose pictures and clothes poured out. I picked up some of the clothes and almost cried. They were my mother's clothes. A gypsy dress and a bandanna. There was also tons of bracelets that my mother loved. I sadly opened one of the picture books. 

Tons of pictures. Of the boys, my aunts, my uncles, my grandparents and.......a beautiful gypsy lady dressed in all red. I set the book aside and picked up what I was looking for.

My father's journal. 

As I opened it a piece of paper fell out. I looked at it curiously, then grabbed it.

It was a letter.

I had never seen before. It was from Niall to my mother. It was right before he died. I thought the final page in the book was the last letter he wrote.

Apparently not.

Dear Princess Rayyah,

I can hear you talking to me. I can hear your beautiful voice again. I know I tried to pretend that it wasn't there for the longest time, but I'm done pretending. I've ignored you for months, just thinking it was my imagination. I know that it's you, Rayyah. You're still in my heart.

I thought I was going crazy, but now I don't think so. I hear you all the time, sometimes talking, sometimes whispering, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, and sometimes yelling. I can hear you yelling and crying right now, Rayyah. You're yelling louder then you have yelled before. "Don't do it, darling! Don't do it! Don't!" 

I can hear you yelling loud and clear, begging me to throw the pills away. Begging me not to open the lid and take them. I'm so sorry, Rayyah. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to ignore you just one more time. 

Don't worry, beautiful. After this, I'll never have to ignore you ever again.

We'll be together.

Forever.

Love,

Your prince.

P.S.

Avi darling, when you see this please don't cry. I'm happy now.

I disobeyed my father.

I cried.

"Hurts doesn't it?" he said.

I almost shrieked as I saw Dylan sitting on a chair next to me. I nodded. "What are you?" I asked.

He smiled and patted my shoulder. "I was sent here to protect you." He replied.

"So you're....a...ghost?" I shivered in fear.

His face became stern, "That is an insult. Of course not." "S-Sorry!" I apologized.

I looked at the letter, then back to Dylan.

Who wasn't there.

I stood up, shaking and ran down the stairs. 

I was never going back into the attic.