I never thought that my death would have such a big impact on my friends and family.

I didn't want to live - I wanted to die.

So I killed myself.

I was fifteen.


My dad was the one to find me.

He came into my room - seeing what I was up to.

I barricaded the door before I died, so he panicked.

He made the door burst open and that's when he saw my body.

My arms and clothes were soaked in blood, and I was pale as a ghost. My eyes were closed. I died of heart failure and blood loss, I later learned.

My dad dropped to his knees beside me.

He was crying.

I felt like crying.

Dad was shaking.

"Why did you do it?" He sobbed, the tears pouring down his face.

If only he knew. He'd find my note for him soon enough.

He did.

I'm sorry, Dad, but this world is just not my place. I was depressed, didn't want to admit it.

Had no friends at school, they were all busy. And if someone were to notice, I would blame the cat.I

I'm a disgrace, I was misplaced. Born in the wrong time and the wrong place.I felt the blade that I was holding was my only friend... It definitely was.

I hated myself. Another cut was what I needed, to keep myself in control. Soon, it was out of control. I was working myself to death, but I didn't care. I wanted to die.

Don't blame yourself that I died - I just didn't say anything, because I didn't want to say anything. You already had enough on your plate - I didn't need to stress you out more.And to my heart, you're the only one that held the invisible key.

I love you

Monty xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Every single word in the note was true, and Dad knows that.


I didn't know my death would have a impact so badly on my friends.

John retreated into silence. At one point, he nearly started on self harm. Thankfully, he didn't.

Septimus was destroyed. He barely ate. Oh, he ate alright, but barely enough to survive.

Minnie- quit the Quidditch team, said it reminded her too much of me. She went silent too.

I cried for my friends as my grandfather held me in his arms.


People left flowers and presents at my grave.

Small little things, like a teddy bear with a photo of me taped to it's stomach.

Bunches of flowers were placed at my grave.

I was grateful, but I was heartbroken when Dad visited my grave in August.

"Hey Monty." Dad said, looking close to tears. "It's your dad and it's been nearly six months since you've been gone."

"No one is doing the best, but we're all trying to stay strong for your sake. I wish you could come back, but that's impossible."

"Your mum's pregnant - with twins again! I wish you were alive, so you could hold your baby siblings."

Dad was sobbing now. I was happy that I was going to be a big brother, but I'd celebrate later - Dad was more important.

"I- I- I- wish you just asked for help. I wish you never killed yourself. I wish you were here. I wish I could hug you one last time."

"I love you, Monty, I love you."

Then he left.

I was sobbing, and my grandfather found me that way.

He cried too.


I didn't realize when I killed myself, I'd start up a chain.

My twin brother, Jackson, didn't take the news of my death so well.

He barely ate.

He barely slept.

He barely talked.

He quit the Quidditch team.

He started to self harm.

I watched my twin brother start his journey to death.

And the worst part was - I couldn't do anything about it.

And it was my fault.


Jack killed himself on Halloween.

I watched helplessly as Jack walked up to the Astrometry Tower.

I watched as he sliced the blade across his skin, and I watched as he stood up on the railings.

He jumped.

The last word he said was my name. Monty.

Jack hit the ground with a thud. He was dead.

I went beside his body and I began to cry.

Because of my death, my twin brother had committed suicide! How could I be so selfish?!

I had my face in my hands, and I was screaming desperately, though nobody would hear me.

"I have something to show you." Death drawled.

"Fine." I sobbed. "What do you want?!"

"I expected a hug."

I looked up. There, standing in front of me, grinning like an idiot, was my twin brother, Jackson.

I couldn't help it. I flung my arms around him.

We both started crying.

We were both dead. It was official.


Our names are Jackson and Fleamont Potter and we're the Ones Who Died.