Recap from last week's snippet: Cecilia reads a disturbing note in her father's journal: I don't fear the reaper. It's the humans with death in their eyes that scare me shitless. If you're reading this, death found me when my back was turned.
Skipped a few sentences for this snippet...
***The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.
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She didn't know if they were words he'd written for a song or if he'd written them when he'd been paranoid that someone was following him. Either way, the words chilled her and at the same time, they made her more curious than ever. These were her father's words, his thoughts, and his dreams jotted down on paper. She had a part of him she otherwise would never have had any other way since he died before she could really know him. The media made him seem like an untouchable force to be admired and his bandmates only told her the good things–well mostly the good things. Depended on how much they had to drink. Her father had a reputation as being a rabble rouser and one didn't achieve such a status by being wholesome. He'd been a few fights, drank like he'd been deprived liquids, drugs were like candy to him; so popping pills were probably a part of his staple diet.
For a long time, she'd been angry with him for dying, but then she realized it hadn't been entirely the reason for her anger. It pissed her off that people acted as if they knew him, especially the media and his fans...when all she had were hazy memories and the distorted ones her mother chose to share with her, painting her father as a saint.
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She may find out who the real man is by reading the journal. Hopefully, she won't be disappointed.
Love to hear your feedback.
Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road
Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.
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Ain’t that always the case? The tales we tell of folks never really touch on who they were. Great snippet, Karen. And I totally want to know who he really was.
Siobhan,
So glad that you do.
I enjoyed learning the reason for her anger — it’s complex and believable.
Since you’ve specified this is an unedited WIP, I’ll mention that “rebel rouser” should probably be “rabble rouser”.
Ed,
I think I was channeling James Dean- Rebel without a Cause. lol Thanks for catching that.
I can understand why she yearns to know more about her father. Hopefully the journal will give her a better understanding than others’s hazy memories.
Jessica,
It should help.
I can only imagine how difficult that must be. I’m glad she’s found something to let her know him better.
Kim,
This could be a good thing.
I think there’s a key thought in that last sentence – very well done. I hope for her sake reading the journal makes her feel closer to him.
Veronica,
It just might.
Is there any way to know a distant father? I don’t think so. I am interested to see how your story continues and comes to a finish. She must let go and move on. My thoughts.
Charmaine,
You may be surprised.
Believable – she gradually learned to understand her own feelings.
Aurora,
Thank you. I’m glad the scene comes off as believable.
I get the unsettling feeling that daddy’s death was not of natural causes.
ARH,
Might not have been.
It’s hard when you only know about someone from other peoples’ memories.
PT,
Yes, it would be strange.
I lost my father when I was 17. I can completely relate to this scene. Very touching. 🙂
Jennifer,
So sorry about your father. You were very young when he passed away.
I’m glad you thought the scene seemed realistic.
Parents are just people… it’s tough to find that out. Feeling like everyone has more pieces of a parent than you has to be especially so!
Caitlin,
Parents are indeed people but she’s having a difficult time knowing who he truly is with all the distorted accounts.
I can understand her resentment toward those who thought they knew her father, while she didn’t have that luxury. With each snippet, you leave us hanging, leave us wanting to know more. Good job.
Diane,
Thank you.
This must be so frustrating for her. Hope she finds some answers in the journal.
Love the reasoning for her anger. Great scene!
Definitely a lot of turmoil in this scene. I like it!
Amy,
Thank you, Amy.
Touching scene–and soul-baring for her. She is facing the truth of it now.
I wonder what other kinds of gems she’ll find in that journal. 🙂
Good story, Karen!