I was 14 years old when I was murdered by Harry. Harry Styles.
My name is...
Well, I guess it doesn't matter anymore. Certainly not to him. "It".
The only time when my name mattered to anyone, was when my neighbour, Hannah, had to engrave the letters into my gravestone, spelling out; "Rose-Isabella Peters".
That piece of rock I abandoned in the wilderness of Cronindale Cemetery has been eroding away since only yesterday morning at exactly 5:30am, crumbling with the burden of abandonment and betrayal.
I'll be telling the story of how I, Rose-Isabella Peters was murdered by the one and only Harry Edward Styles.
