Dear Whomever It Concerns,
I died here alone, not to spite anyone but to give my soul rest. I didn't want the life that was ahead of me, or the life that I had.
Whoever finds this letter please tell my mother I'm sorrysorry to leave her here alone with what I am to afraid to face. Tell her to be strong, and maybe I'll see her soon enough.
As for my father, tell him I never wanted anything more than to make him proud. But, it would appear my goal was unachievable. All my life I've lived in fear of you, loving you, hating you. And now I'm gone, purely because I don't want to have your life, I've never been as strong as you want me to be, every time I've come close you've beaten me back down.
I can't keep up this charade any more, pretending I'm content with this life. I'll never truly belong anywhere, even the Dark Lord's inner circle dosn't think me right enough as a follower. I look at myself and see the marks of mistakes I've made and I know I'll never get it right.
I've rehearsed this all in my head so many times that it comes easily to me now. I retrace the same marks that have become a part of my life almost everyday, but I now know for sure this is the only way. If I don't take my life, my father will.
Draco Malfoy