SUICIDE DIARIES by Ebonee Monique
ISBN: 978-0-9790222-8-9
GENRES: Fiction, Contemporary
BLURB
When Lauren Washington's mother is mysteriously gunned down in their neighborhood,
Lauren - a nine year old from Bankhead, Georgia - must quickly grow up and become
the woman of her household. Early on, Lauren finds that not dealing with her
pain is easier than actually doing so. It's only on the confidential white pages
of her diary that Lauren feels free to spill the thoughts from her troubled
mind. After finding a job in radio, which allows her to mask her true thoughts
and become her on-air persona "Mystique,"
Lauren believes she's found the perfect blend of privacy and sanity. Today,
at age 26, Lauren is one of the top rated deejays in Atlanta, and dangerously
in love with her boyfriend of eight years, Brendan. From the outside,
everything looks perfect. However when Lauren enlists the help of a private
investigator to look into her mother's unsolved murder, strange things start
happening. Her father is nervous, her best friends are acting out of character
and Brendan begins to withdraw from her and ends up disrespecting her in the
boldest way. With visions of her happiness shattering, Lauren scrambles to repair
her relationship with Brendan. But, before apologies can be made, Brendan does
the unthinkable and commits suicide. Lauren is left to deal with more than her
heart or the pages of her diary can handle. Brendan's sneaky double life compels
her to figure out who he really was and what the secrets, he died to keep from
her, were. Suicide Diaries deals with betrayal beyond the grave and the disbelief
and heartache that comes after a suicide. Moving on, once the dirt has
been thrown on the coffin, will prove to be the hardest self-evaluation
Lauren's ever experienced.
EXCERPT
"Sir, if you don't mind I need to know what you need me at the station
for."
I said swallowing a dry lump. "Just tell me." I plead. The officer
put me on hold for a second and came back to the phone seemingly edgier. "Madam,
I didn't want to be the one to tell you this, and especially over the phone,
but we found a Mr. Brendan Lewis last night outside of his condo." The
officer said slowly, like he didn't think I could grasp it at a faster speed.
"Found him? What do you mean?" I said
wanting him to explain himself more.
"Ms. Washington, he was found dead last
night." He said pausing "It looks like it was suicide."
In that moment, it seemed like time stopped and I'd stepped outside of my body.
I saw myself looking at Pop for some type of help and I saw my knees wobbling.
I watched- from the outside-as my eyes welled up with tears while I gripped
the phone tighter to my face. I couldn't breathe.
My head began to swim and before I knew
it, I was screaming into the phone
hysterically.
"Let me talk to your fucking boss! It's not right to make up lies like
that!" I yelled before Pop came and snatched the phone from me. He talked
to the officer while I stood silently still looking off into space.
This must've been some kind of mistake.
How could Brendan be dead? I'd just
spoken to him hours earlier.
I hadn't realized it but my entire body was shaking and Pop was slowly walking
towards me. The look on his face told me that what the officer said had some
validity.
