Left, right, left, right. That's how you walk, right? In, out, in, out. That's how you breath, correct?
Everything is foreign to me. Nothing's been the same since he left. I'm a lump, nothing.
What is this? A bed? No… It's a chest of drawers. How, how do I open it? Do I push? No… Do I pull? Yes…
And what's in here? Is it clothes? How do I put them on? This is a…shirt. It goes on my chest? And my arms go through here.
I can't wear this shirt. It was Fred's. It was Fred's favorite shirt. The one with the potion stain…
From what potion?
I can't remember anything anymore…
I'm absolutely lost.
My feet seem to know where to go. I'm walking… No, I'm running… No, I'm sprinting. Where am I sprinting to? Why am I going so fast? Will I stop, or will I keep running?
Ah, I remember. It was from our first love potion. The stain, I mean.
My head, it's dizzy. I think I need to breathe. All the time? I guess so, but what's the point? Fred can't.
Breathe I mean.
He's dead. He's buried. He's gone.
And I can't forget him.
Where am I? A place… Full of monuments… A cemetery?
Yes! A cemetery. But… Why? Why am I here? Where are my feet going? Around the tombstones, over the hill, and where?
Here lies Fred Weasley, beloved son, brother and friend.
Oh… That's where I'm going.
My… what are they? On my legs… Connecting my thigh and calf…
My knees. My knees can't hold me up. I'm on the… what is this? It's soft, green and brown and a little wet…
It's the ground. I'm on the ground.
My brother's in the ground. My twin brother.
What's in my hand? It's shiny and heavy… It's sharp.
It's a knife. A knife for… what?
My hands, they move on their own. They pull my sleeves up, dragging the tip of the knife over my arm. What's that red stuff?
Blood… It's my blood. I'm bleeding.
The tip of the knife is wet now. Wet with… what is it called?
Blood. My blood's on the knife.
The knife is sharp and goes through my skin like butter. My arms are pumping, they have a heartbeat.
Fred, I'm cold.
Fred, I'm alone.
Fred, I'm scared.
Will it hurt, Fred?
Fred, I'm tired… Should I go to sleep? The ground is soft… I'll lay here.
Fred, I can see you… Come closer…
Fred, I missed you. So much.
Fred, I'm happy.