[mind-the-muse] the monster that lives in her dreams
Monster.
When the headline about my parents death's moved up the presses they called it a slaying. They called my father a monster for the murder-suicide and for doing it while I slept in the bed between them. They always had a way of spinning the story. They had a way of making things human interest. 10 years later I was approached by that same newspaper and asked if they could do a follow up piece. I probably would have refused if I didn't think it would look good on my application for the FBI. The way I could handle the press and the life. I couldn't look like a press whore but to be able to talk about it movingly and convincingly was looked upon as good by the men who looked over my application.
They asked me if I thought my father was a monster. I told them I didn't know. To qualify him as a monster would give him and other people in the world like him power over me. A monster is what little kids fear; it means that there's something under the bed waiting to attack. My father was certainly a man with problems. He was a man who apparently saw no other way out of those problems. But a monster? He was kind to me and from what I remember he was kind to my mother. Of course I was mostly raised by the maid before I was handed over to my aunt and uncle. He wasn't a monster to me because I never found it healthy to fear him. He was gone and his influence on my life was mostly gone too.
It went over well.
Muse | Love Hanover
Fandom Original Character
Word Count | 257
When the headline about my parents death's moved up the presses they called it a slaying. They called my father a monster for the murder-suicide and for doing it while I slept in the bed between them. They always had a way of spinning the story. They had a way of making things human interest. 10 years later I was approached by that same newspaper and asked if they could do a follow up piece. I probably would have refused if I didn't think it would look good on my application for the FBI. The way I could handle the press and the life. I couldn't look like a press whore but to be able to talk about it movingly and convincingly was looked upon as good by the men who looked over my application.
They asked me if I thought my father was a monster. I told them I didn't know. To qualify him as a monster would give him and other people in the world like him power over me. A monster is what little kids fear; it means that there's something under the bed waiting to attack. My father was certainly a man with problems. He was a man who apparently saw no other way out of those problems. But a monster? He was kind to me and from what I remember he was kind to my mother. Of course I was mostly raised by the maid before I was handed over to my aunt and uncle. He wasn't a monster to me because I never found it healthy to fear him. He was gone and his influence on my life was mostly gone too.
It went over well.
Muse | Love Hanover
Fandom Original Character
Word Count | 257