"He's not." Henry said quietly. "He's not dead, Charlotte."

"I wish he wasn't, but he's gone, Henry." Charlotte said, struggling to hold her tears in. "He went peacefully, I promise. Monty was going through no pain."

"But he's dead." Henry said.

"I know." Charlotte sobbed. "I know he's gone. But he has no pain now. He's with your family and my brother now. He has no pain now."

"No pain." Henry said as he let Charlotte cry into his shoulder. "No pain. He's gone."

Charlotte just cried.

Charlus Potter was devastated.

He was gone. His little brother was gone.

Monty. His youngest brother.

Charlus just sat in his bedroom, holding the letter Monty had written to him closely to his chest.

Dear Charlus,

I'm sorry. I know that's a stupid way to tell you I love you, but I am sorry.

All those voices in my head got loud. I hated living like this. I didn't want to hurt anyone, but at the time I'm writing this letter to you, Charlie, I am a very desperate fifteen year old.

My mind thought... Oi, you're done. Write out those letters saying that you're gone and that you're gone, you worthless piece of shit.

Some of the voices in my head were kind to me, you know, saying to me, you, don't listen to them bad voices. You're perfect.

I clung onto that voice, hoping I wouldn't drown in my pit of suicidal thoughts and doings. Then, one day, when I was on the brink of a new world, when I was just about okay, that bad voice came back and the good voice was gone.

I had you all, but I was alone. I felt so alone in that moment. I grew more depressed. I stopped eating, doing it so no one would notice. I start to self harm. More suicidal thoughts were running through my head every minute, every hour, every day, every week, every month.

I love you, Charlus Henry Potter, and you definitely improved my will to live. You are my brother, and I looked up to you.

You are so worthy of life, Charlie, and I am so proud of you.

Live, Charlie. I beg you to live, because Mum and Dad can't go to another funeral. They can't lose another child. Grandda can't lose another grandchild. Minnie and the boys can't lose another brother.

So, big brother, will you live for me? Will you live for your family? Don't let my death swallow you up into a big black hole. Don't go down the same path I did. Don't ever let your life end like my life did.

Get married, have children, grandchildren, great children. Get a good job, get drunk every once in a while, have fun.

Do all the things I could have done, but never got to do.Don't end your life on your terms. Die of old age if you must.

One last hug- ༼ つ• ‿• ༽つ

Your little brother,

Fleamont Potter