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Why a cemetery? Someone close to her died? Her cat died?
I walked around the cemetery and I saw a girl standing in front of the grave, crying.
I walked to her. The girl looked up and saw me, eyes wide as saucers, clearly shocked.
The girl has straight brown hair with hazel eyes.
“She said you’d be here.” The girl said solemnly.
“Who’s she?” I asked.
“Diana.” She answered looking at the grave. I noticed she was holding something. Something that looked like a letter.
“Diana said that Harry Styles would be here, on the 24th of January exactly at 5pm.”
I looked at my watch and it was 5pm.
“I’m sorry but who are you to Diana?” I asked.
She smiled sadly, looked at me and said:
“I’m Andrea, a friend of Diana.”
She looked on what I was holding, and smiled looking back to the grave.
“That’s her favorite.” She said in sad dreamy tone.
“Pardon me?”
She looked at me once more and said, “The red roses, it’s her favorite flower.”, while pointing at the florets.
“Here.” She said handing me a letter.
“What’s this for?” I asked as she was walking away.
She turned around, now walking backwards.
“I don’t know. Diana said to give it to you, that it was the answer to your questions. ” Andrea answered.
She sadly smiled at me and left.
I sat down in front of the grave to read who was buried here.
As I read it, my heart was pounding, my hands sweating and my ears ringing.
Why so?
Here lie the memories of
Diana Jewels
A devoted friend.
January 24, 1994 – January 2, 2013
We will never forget your words of wisdom, care and love.
I sat there with my eyes watering and head filled with confusion.
How did she know she’d be dead three years back?
Did she plan all of this?
I silently opened the letter and saw the familiar handwriting.
Dear Harry,
By the time you read this, I’m already gone. I know that you are now scared and absolutely confused. So here’s the answer to all your questions.
My name is Diana Jewels. Born and raised here in Holmes Chapel. I went to the same school as you but you never noticed me. I was always that girl who sits in the back. Everyone ignores me like I was invisible, but it was cool. I always wanted to have a superpower anyways, I’d say to myself.
I’m an only child. My mother died when I was born my dad would always blame me for it. It was all verbal abuse at first but when I got older he started to hit me. He said that I was the one who deserved the pain and not my mother. I became depressed and turned into drugs. My grandmother was the only one who kept me sane but everything became worse when she died.
When I was younger, I was a very clumsy girl. “Clumsy Diana” my grandmother would call. I always stub my foot every time I walk in her house.
“Bite your finger” my grandma would say. She said that if I bite my finger, I'd forget te pain on my foot. It sounded quite familiar as I got older.
Self harm. Forgetting the pain from my father by creating another.
Self harming was like a lifeguard pulling me out of the sea called depression. Your song “Little Things” kept me alive for a while.
But with all the constant beatings from my father and bullying from school. I couldn’t take it anymore. So I swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills with bleach.
Some would say I committed suicide but they’re wrong. I murdered myself because of how I hated the way my life turned out.
We have this group at the hospital, we all sit around a circle and state our problems, on how were doing with depression, on how close we are to recovery. That’s where I met Andrea. She was a nurse there and she would always find time to join our little meetings.
I knew you could sing because of White Eskimo. Look at you now, in One Direction, selling albums and I was always first one in line. Just like how I told you. Your music was an escape from reality, from all the drama, from all the beatings and bullying.
When I died, I met God. He’s a man with a big heart that’s for sure. He told me I can come back for one day here on Earth when he noticed my soul was still uproar. Before I came back to Earth, He told me one thing,
“Harry Styles always keeps his promises.” God said that with a wink.
I never knew God could be so cheeky until now.
I wrote two letters, both addressed to you. To make you realize that One Direction could save people with music. That each and everyday they are always reminded that they are beautiful and amazing by a song. You can save lives Harry Styles, you may not know it but you do.
There lots of directioners like me, Harry. Maybe they have a different story, a different country, a different language. Try to look deeper inside, Harry. Try uncovering the fake smiles; you may not know you’re saving their lives, right there on the spot. One Direction already saved thousands of lives and I hope you guys keep it like that.
You don't even realize that they could be saving your life too.
Love,
Diana
I sat there in front of Diana’s tomb with tears streaming down my face. I quietly folded the letter and put it back in the envelope with silent sobs.
How could someone so breathtakingly beautiful experienced all of that?
With her beautiful long blonde hair and gray fox eyes. How could her father abuse her and the students bully her when she looks so much like an angel?
The weeping angel had finally stop crying and gone home to heaven.
I placed the bundle of red roses in front of her tomb then, I stood up, bent down and kissed Diana’s headstone.
“Be in peace, lovely Diana. For now, no one could hurt you here.”
