Happy Birthday to Fred
So ya'll know I had to do a little somethin', somethin' for the twin's b-day, yes I know this is depressing but I had to do it. This is the story of Angelina Johnson's last depressing day on Earth. I have another one I'm writing about George but he doesn't commit suicide he actually accidentally kills himself.
To Frederick Weasley (R.I.F.P): Fred I love you and I want you to know that I'm celebrating April 1st through the last day of May for you. Rest in fictional peace my beloved favorite character….
Tears run down my cheeks, my eyes are puffy and red.
I'm trying to get through this day, telling myself, "You can do it." in my head.
It's a lie though, I know it and that hurts, or I wouldn't have this black revolver in my right hand, with my left fiddling for bullets in my purse.
It's so hard to speak, so hard to move. But that's how life's been regularly, without you.
Can't talk to anyone about it, can't even talk to myself, I don't think that's good for me at all, especially for my mental health.
The days go by so sad and grey, I want you to come back to me and make everything alright and safe.
Give me a sign that you can hear this cry of help, of desperateness, tell me its ok and hug me tight in your arms again.
God Fred, why'd you have to leave? Without you hear there is no more peace.
Not in my home, not in my bed, not at the shop and definitely not in my head.
I feel like giving up and dying, like cutting my wrists and crying.
I want to see you again and nothing except this can make that so.
So here Fred here is my birthday present to you...
BANG! Off goes the muggle gun, spots of bright red blood litter the white walls and I'm floating up up into the clouds, back in your arms.