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So Long, Daddy's Girl (Shannon-centric)

 
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PostPosted: Wed Nov 01, 2006 7:43 am    Post subject: So Long, Daddy's Girl (Shannon-centric) Reply with quote

So Long, Daddy's Girl
A/N: written for a picture prompt of a gravestone for my claim at LJ community, deviant_muses.

The rain pelted her like tiny bullets, slapping her in the face; landing on her and dripping itchily down her skin. It had grown dark and Shannon Rutherford still sat, in the downpour, at the base of her father’s fresh grave. The grass hadn’t even had the common courtesy to hurry up and grow over the still-mounded earth that rested haphazardly over his coffin.

As she pushed large chunks of sodden blond cascades of hair away from her eyes, Shannon felt a shiver run down her spine. It was as though when the rain began to fall, it had immediately washed away the warmth that the sun had left over the stench of decayed flowers and left-over sorrows; as though the rain was really just an illusion to explain the sudden lack of warmth that had moments earlier permeated the air on this particular balmy night. It was, however, an illusion that fell in fat, hard drops, sending her skin into a wet flurry of goose pimples and putting the hair on her arms at a salute to it’s chill.

Shannon sat there for what had been hours on end that day. The sun hadn’t even begun to set when she’d approached the headstone and, not having the courage to sit beside it, had plopped down unceremoniously on the grass at the very foot of what was left of her father. Now, the moon shined brightly, peeking through a hole in the black rain clouds as if to mock her as she grieved.

Things would never be the same. Her life felt as though it had come to an abrupt halt. She thought to herself, bitterly so, that her father would’ve wanted his little girl to move on quickly. To file her grievances under “save it for another day,” and continue on with her charmed life as though nothing had happened; as though a large piece of her heart hadn’t shattered to into a million little pieces with jagged edges that poked and prodded at her insides whenever she thought that the morning’s sunlight meant a new and better day was on the horizon.

Adam Rutherford was just another man, at this moment. Just another presence that left her behind; abandoned her. They always did. They always will. Shannon didn’t want to feel this way about her dad; she just...did. He was supposed to live forever. He was supposed to be there for her; to take care of her. Now, she had no one. Boone was just as good as no one, so long as he continued to be his mother’s son, and Sabrina, herself? The thought of leaning on Sabrina for anything actually forced a humorless laugh out of Shannon as she sat.

Standing slowly, wiping her bottom, which was still somewhat dry, but numb, from having been sitting rooted to the same spot for so long, Shannon took one last look at the headstone. She shook her head and frowned, turning on her heels and walking down the muddy path to leave this wretched place. It was at that very moment, as Shannon realized that she was on her officially on her own, that she made her decision. She was leaving here and she was never coming back.

Her cell phone lit up as she flipped it open, staring at it with hurt-filled eyes, and she pulled up her contact list, highlighting the entry that said “Daddys Cell.” She deleted it and a tear fell from her eye, joining the raindrops with an icy-hot sensation as it slid down her cheek.

“So long, Daddy’s girl,” she muttered to herself, and walked out of the cemetery for the last time.
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PostPosted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 1:08 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

This was really good. I really liked you showing her deleting the "daddy's cell" entry in her phone. That's something so real and really captures the truth of losing someone. So mundane. Erasing an entry in a phone book. Moving on. Very good work, as usual.
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PostPosted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 1:39 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

SuperKC wrote:
This was really good. I really liked you showing her deleting the "daddy's cell" entry in her phone. That's something so real and really captures the truth of losing someone. So mundane. Erasing an entry in a phone book. Moving on. Very good work, as usual.


Thanks--the main thing about deleting "daddy's cell" that I wanted to convey is EXACTLY that--it's something REAL. It might seem simple, but it's a really, really heartwrenching thing to do when someone dies. What's the point of keeping the number when some stranger will end up with it...and yet, it hurts to see the name go away. Thanks for reading, KC Much love, as usual
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