My name is Icarus. When you read this letter, I will be dead, my struggles finally over.
I, Icarus Aggamemnon Swithun, being of sound body and completely twisted mind, hereby bequeath my share of the manor and fortune I will have inherited upon turning 18 to my twin brother, Sarenza, and my daughter Alaska and her mother, Amy Foxe. Before I go on to the next life, I have a few requests to make.
Firstly, Amy, take care of Alaska. Please don't let her lose us both. I know you would not have wanted me around her anyway after what I have done, but I still love you both enough to wish you a happy life. The fact is, after causing the death of another, I can never live with myself. Just please know it really is not your fault. It was not the arguments that caused this, rather my own memories and thoughts, and the knowledge of exactly what my family is becoming associated with as more and more killings happen at their hands. It is the family's fault, not yours. Do not blame yourself, as I know you will.
My brother, Sarenza. You have a life ahead of you, worth far more than mine will ever be. Do not throw it away on the blade of a knife. I love you, and you are precious, but sickly. You must get your depression under control, succeed where I have failed.
My uncle Tom and his madness draw ever closer like a noose, cutting off all air. If he gets me and drags me back into this spiral once more, I may not be able to stop myself becoming like him. He has sent me a letter and I found myself agreeing with his words, but rather than become a monster, I would rather die.
This has been a long time coming, especially with all of the suicide attempts of those around me and the deaths of my mother and my Uncle Killian, for falling in love with another man, and recently myself causing a girl to die. It has had to happen, as clearly my mind and sanity are disintegrating, and I cannot allow myself to hurt anyone else. It could be someone very close next, and I do not think I could handle it. Therefore, I must die, for the sake of others.
To make sure I cannot fail in this sacred duty, my self-sacrifice for the sake of the lives of all around me, I will take extra measures. As such you will find me only by breaking the lock of the bedroom door, which you would have to to even get to this letter, then I will be hung, throat and wrists slashed, belly full of caustic soda.
Monsters like me must be stopped.
Yours in good will and faith, Icarus Swithun.
Just please remember, I love you all, and I will always love you.
No matter what you say to me, Amy, you will never be the one to drive me over the edge. You and Ally are my girls. I love you.
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