Suddenly, James heard a high pitched scream from downstairs. He threw the blanket from over him and rushed down the steps. He stared at the front door in amazement. Standing in the doorway stood his sister, she was looking down at her parent's bodies. "Phoebe you have to let me explain-" James started. His sister interrupted him, "You killed them... didn't you?" She asked as she stared her brother in his eyes. James realized he finally had to come to terms with the fact he had murdered his parents, and the fact he needed to accept what he had done.
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Five Stages of Grief
Short Storysee how a boy handles his parents' deaths in this short story, with only 100 words for each stage.
