Trigger Warning: Death, mentions of blood, murder, and suicide! Please skip if you like!!!
The children are John, Henry, Martha, and James. The age difference are 18, 17, and 15. James died at 10 but would be 14. Not historical I know it's the only way I made this work
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Flash back
(John 14.)
"John look!" I look up to see James on the roof. I laugh softly and wave to him. "I'm tall! Get mama! I wanna show her how high I am!" I quickly gave him a thumbs up and was just about to walk inside when I heard James scream. My eyes widen and then there was a crash.
"JAMES!" I scream and raced over to him. There was blood all over. He was barely alive. I screamed for help and craddle James in my arms. "Please don't leave Jamie.. There is so much fun we could have. I know I haven't been there for you.. Dear God! SOMEONE HELP!" I cry out, tears falling down my face. Everything was blurry. I don't know if it was from the tears or if my mind didn't want me to see my little brother dying in my arms.
Soon, I hear another scream. My mothers to be exact. Very soon James is pulled out of my arms by my father. Everything started to back to normal.. Well my eye sight. Mother was sobbing into the phone as dad was putting pressure against James' head.
I was told to go inside so I did. I couldn't help but to think this was my fault.
When my parents came inside, I was pulled into my room by my father, "YOU KILLED HIM!" He screams in my face. Tears immediately fell again. "Stop crying! My son doesn't cry! You killed your brother! Are you fucking happy!? You ruined this family!"
"I DIDN'T KILL HIM!" I snap. Everyone is scared of my dad but I'm not. "HE FELL!" I cry out, "I was getting mama then he slipped and fell!"
My dad's eyes flashed with more anger. Before I could blink, I was racing upstairs. Maybe it was my fault. Maybe I did kill James.
A week has passed. The funeral happened yesterday and I've never seen my mom cry more in my life time.
The word 'killer' has been engraved into my mind. A new word appeared at the funeral when my mother was talking. She said:
"My baby.. The lord took him too soon. Suicide is such a horrible thing. He had so much to live for. We all wonder why he did it.."
Suicide!? James didn't commit suicide! He was having so much fun and slipped! He loved his life and even stopped me from committing suicide a few times.
It was an accident!
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A/N:
This chapter is very short. I don't know if I should continue this book or not? What do y'all think?
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