mischief (not) managed

My first letter

"George you should really come look at this" Angelina Called I went upstairs to the attic and to my surprise she was holding a very familiar notebook. She had tears in her beautiful dark brown eyes. I didn't know what was happening but I soon realised what she was holding. It wasn't any old notebook; those were all the letters I wrote to Fred my twin brother when he died. I must have spent days on some of them because I wouldn't come out of my bedroom and every day I would work on them. I felt emotions rush over me. Was I happy... Was I sad? I didn't know, I politely took the book from her and as soon as I opened it I could see the dried up tears on the pages and all the pictures and at that moment all I wanted was to talk to my brother, the one who I could always trust. My best friend, my partner in crime, he was the one who held my head up when it was down. He never failed to put a smile on my face; he was always there for me. I just wish I got a chance to be there for him like he was for me. I wish he could see where I am now, I have a wife and kids. I slowly started reading the dried crinkled pages.

June 2, 1998

Dear Fred, I have missed you so much; my partner in crime I miss you. You have missed so much here. It has only been 1 month without you but it feels like forever. I am in the burrow in our bedroom. Fred it seems as if I can't go on without you that a piece of me is missing.

Today marks one month of you being gone. I don't smile anymore because I can't, I cant laugh anymore without you to laugh with. You were my everything my whole life I went with not even knowing that I needed you the most. I can't let you go. The joke shop is closed and it will probably stay that way forever. You are probably thinking Georgie pull yourself together. That's the thing Freddie, I just can't. That's another thing I miss, having a twin, I miss having a brother who would actually spend time with me, you and me would enjoy it. I hope you are happy up there with everyone who we fought for. I hope that you are still playing jokes on them. Writing letters to you helps with the pain, mum and dad don't think I should be writing them but this is the only way I feel like I can connect with you. I want to be in a place where I can smile and laugh and be with you, you are my everything, Freddie. We are The mischievous twins for crying out loud. Our mischief has not been managed yet. Remember that time when we tried to put our name in the goblet of fire and we took that turning old potion. That was and and will be the only time I will ever see you old. We will not be able to grow old together like we planned. You were the light in my dark room and now I'm blinded by the darkness. I never thought that this day would come; the day that I would be writing letters to you, my dead brother. I always knew that you were always beside me so anything I wanted to say I could just say It because you were right there, but now you aren't anywhere near. Sometimes I cry myself to sleep thinking of the things I wish I could've done with you. I never cried when I was with you because I could see clearly. There was no darkness. But now there is only darkness. I wish that I could play just one more prank with you, maybe see clearly for once. I don't want to go on, half of me is already gone but I can't seem to find the other even though I'm living it. It's lost.