Demoni

25

I sat at the table and began to explain the last of the story to the reporter. It was scarier living it than listening to it.

"So tell us Mrs. Forester, after this story, what is your life like today?"

I thought back to the day after the death of my family. "Well today, I'm married to Thomas. I have a two year old little girl, and we're expecting. As I doubted god after the tragedy, I found him again. I've never been closer." I looked up at the reporter, and he smiled. "What's your little girls name?" "Giana." I answered.

"What's your feeling a towards god?" He asked. I felt cameras flick around me. "I think God is something we should all believe in. Whether you so or don't, he made us all. We are all creations of god. He has not abandoned us, fore I have seen him myself. He loves us more than anything." I half smiled, and thought back to the awful things that had happened in the house.

"Is there any remains of the house?" I pulled up a couple of ashy pictures, and little tiny objects. "Yes. There's a couple pictures of the Spirito family and their children. Then there's me and my family, and Tommy and Mr. Forester." I held up the tiny note book. "This was my mothers diary." The cameras flashed more and more each time I spoke. "May we read it?" He asked. "Unfortunately, no. I'd rather no one read it."

I started to pack up my stuff, but decided to say something. "I'm a thirty one year old woman. When I was sixteen, my whole life was ripped away from me. It was when I least expected it too." I turned around. " Do you ever just wonder about life? What if you already met the person you'll marry? What if your whole life is just a dream, and the real world is far worse? What if the real world is a lot better? What if the whole worlds insane and the people in asylums are the only ones who are truly sane? It's funny how your whole life; all your thoughts, dreams, wishes, religion, questions, family, is all taken away from you."

As I turned around and left the conference room, I mumbled, "That's something to think about."

Well a lot of people might say that when people special to you die, your whole world collapses. It's only true for the first few months, and your world is slowly put back together. Your family never dies, they're always with you. If you have god, you have the part of your life that's missing.

Tom picked me up in our car, and we drove to the grave yard for a funeral.

"Today we are remembering the life of Roger Jonathan Forester. A beloved husband, grandfather, and father." The priest spoke, wiping his eyes with a handkerchief

After the long prayer for my father in law, me and Tommy got up from our chairs to pay our respects. Both of us were crying. As we held each others hands and walked to his casket, I placed my hand over the shiny wood. We were the last ones in the church. We got on our knees at the altar and prayed to god.

"Thank you Mr. Forester, for everything you did. We love you more than anything. I know you're in gods hands right now, and you will forever be." I cried.

That night was the hardest I've ever had to fall asleep. As I climbed into bed, I started to drift off. Tommy was finishing up some work, so I was alone in our room. My sleep was interrupted by the sudden sound of giggling.

"I'm still here." Whispered a small voice. "I'm still here."