The Mortician's Daughter

By Molly Shanahan

Carolyn was always an odd ball. Being the Mortician's Daughter doesn't get you a lot of friends. When a member of her favorite band unexpectedly 'drops' by at her house, she does all she can to make him her only friend.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Molly Shanahan
• Release date: Feb 28, 2013

Molly Shanahan

I'm just an average eighteen year old girl who likes to write stories that I don't personally think are very good but everyone else seems to like them. I am a grammar Nazi. Improper use of words like 'your' and 'you're', 'there', 'their' and 'they're' or 'where', 'were' and 'we're' will get your head chopped off by me. Anyway, I'm just hoping people like my stories. I don't have Wattpad because I find it difficult to use and I don't like the format but if you want to find some of my stories, they're on Mibba.comA lot of them are fan fiction and I have a few original fiction stories on there but they're old and not very well written because I wrote those when I was new at writing. It would really help me out if you bought my stories. I would really appreciate it because I know that I worked really hard to put something presentable together for your enjoyment.

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The Mortician’s Daughter

By

Molly Shanahan

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The Mortician’s Daughter

Copyright © 2013 by Molly Shanahan

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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

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This is an original plot created and written by me. I own the plot idea and all characters.

Lyric credit goes to Black Veil Brides.

I do not own any of the lyrics used in the story and I am not attempting to pass them as my own.

I’d like to dedicate this story to my best friend Vero for encouraging me to publish this.

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THE MORTICIAN’S DAUGHTER

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Ch. 1

She had been too young to remember her mother’s murder but that doesn’t mean she didn’t hear stories about it or read about it in the newspaper clippings that her father had stashed away in the attic.

When Carolyn was three years old, her mother had been brutally murdered by a man who got away. The man had never been identified. To this day, almost fourteen years later, Carolyn has secretly been in search of the man who murdered her mother.

She never told anyone about it. She didn’t really have any friends. And if they knew, they would start to make up rumors about it. They would say she had murdered her mother or her father had done it or they did it together. All the kids at school would start making Lizzie Borden jokes and start calling her that in the hallways. That was one thing she didn’t need in her life. When she was in elementary school, she had told all her friends about how her father worked with dead people. At the age of 6 years old, she didn’t understand what her dad really did but it sounded cool. All the kids at school thought so, too. She had a lot of friends growing up because all the kids were interested in what her dad did as a job.

Do the people come back as zombies?! Some of the boys would ask.

When they got to high school, everything changed. All her so-called friends had found out what a mortician really did and they thought it was weird. They all made fun of her for being different. She was different, but she didn’t think she was that different because of what her dad did as a job. The kids at school obviously thought otherwise.

It didn’t help her situation when they all found out where she lived. Carolyn lived with her father on the outskirts of town. Only the outcasts lived on the outskirts of town. They lived together in an old, small, black cottage with a cemetery behind the house dating back to the early 1700s. Carolyn thought it was cool but obviously the other kids at school didn’t.

They ridiculed her every day. They called her names: freak, loser, queer, outcast, emo, anything you could think up. But she was shy, and didn’t say anything to anyone. She just let them call her names and laugh at her every day. And then every day after school, she would walk across the brown, dying grass to her front door. Her father was usually never home when she got home from school. She would tread quietly up the creaky old staircase to her small room at the end of the hall.

Her home was the only place she felt safe. She even felt safe in the cemetery behind the house. She never wanted to leave. Every time she left her house, she was ridiculed. It didn’t matter where she went. Someone was always making fun of her. She was beautiful, but beauty didn’t matter if you weren’t popular. If you were a nobody, no one cared.

Carolyn always thought that this is how things would be for the rest of her life. She couldn’t go anywhere without someone making a stupid comment about her father’s job or how she was a freak. Nothing could have prepared her for what was about to come next.

Ch. 2

Hell is what she liked to call it. Of course, it wasn’t hell, but it was pretty close to it in her eyes. It was just another place for her to be made fun of: her dance studio.

Carolyn loved to dance. It made her feel like she was in another world far away from the one she lived in. She could be in a room with a hundred people but if she was dancing, she felt like she was the only one in the room. She could zone everyone out and be free for once in her life. She didn’t have to have any worries, or a care in the world. Nobody could touch her. She was flying.

Dance class always had to end at some point, though. And she would come crashing down to earth like a