a faint knock approached my door, i stiffly walked over opening the door allowing my red puffy eyes and messy hair to be exposed.
"hey how are you doing?" Grayson, my twin brother, asked
"fine"
"you really don't look fine, Ethan"
"well I am, stop nagging at me"
i flopped back onto the couch, covering both my body and face with the blanket
"i think you're in denial, Eth. but you gotta face the fact that she is gone"
"i will not accept the fact that she's gone forever, Grayson, i just can't"
i lifted myself off the couch, inactively walking towards my room. as Grayson followed behind, i ripped off my hoodie leaving my whole upper body to be nude.
"Ethan" Grayson spoke eagerly, "why don't you go and talk with someone?"
"no one can help me Gray"
i slipped on my California muscle tee, letting out a heavy sigh and flopping down on my bed. as i laid there silently my phone began to ring, "fuck" i muttered to myself.
i irritably grabbed my phone, annoyingly answering it
"hello?'
"hi. Ethan Dolan?" a voice questioned
"yes"
"can you come down to the police station for questioning?"
"questioning?" my eyebrows furrowed
"yes about your girlfriend who was murdered. i realize this is a hard time for yo-"
"NO" i cried immediately throwing my phone into the wall, "she isn't gone! she cant be!"
"Ethan" Grayson yelled out
i sat up on my bed, crying and rocking back and forth. nothing anyone could say can control me.
"s-she isn't g-gone"
Grayson crawled up onto the bed as I rocked back and forth – leading into a panic attack.
"everything will be okay Ethan" he gently spoke, "everything will be okay"
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seven stages of grief ; ethan. d
Fanfictionhis cross-star love of his life was murdered. he goes through the seven stages of grief ; shock, denial, bargaining, guilt, anger, depression, acceptance. but will he be okay after acceptance?
