To avenge a dead friend :)

"Tori! You need to get ready for the funeral!" My mother called up the stairs. I didn't say anything, I just pulled my restless, lifeless body off from my bed. I didn't want to go. I didn't want to see her face again, dead at least. I wanted her to spring back to life, and be her old quirky self, not a motion-less body. Luckily, it would be a closed casket, due to her body condition. 

I owe it to Demi to get up and go to the funeral. To make a speech as a tribute to her sad death. I get up, and find a black dress on a hanger attached to my doorknob. I pull the dress over my head and my red hair to find it's fits perfectly, but I hadn't taken a shower in days. I smelt nasty and gross. I took the dress of and flung it to my bed as I made my way to the bathroom. I took a long shower as I washed the muck off from my body. I pulled big knots out of my hair with an old brush. I touch my fragile skin, it was paler than ever. I guess I should of gone outside once or twice. I find more things my mom left me, jewelery and a pair of strappy high heels. I sat down and pulled the shoes on my feet. Then I draped a necklace with a big heart that reached down to my real heart over my neck, next I found some bangles that I put on my wrist, then I shimmied a ring with a big heart on it over finger. Then I made my journey down the stairs. Taking my time. I finally reach the bottom to find my mother waiting for me in a black outfit unlike mine with pants and a blouse. "Sweetie, things will get better. Trust me." she tells me. But I won't. I vowed not to trust anyone since Demi's death, even my own mother. "I know she was murdered and all, but" I cut her off by just leaving the room. 

Yes. Demi was murdered. I didn't know by who or why. 

I made my way outside and into the cars passenger seat. I waited there until mom came hobbling out of the house carrying a plate with a sandwich on it, and a bottle of water. She opened the door and jumped in. She handed me the sandwich and the water bottle as she said "You need to eat Tori." At first I deny her offer but as she starts the engine and makes her way down the driveway, I lose resistance of my temptations and take a bite from the sandwich. Once I finish it I realize my mouth is very dry. I hadn't spoken much mostly because there wasn't a reason to. I grabbed the bottle and took large gulps. Then I placed the half empty bottle down in the cup holder. 

When we reach the park where the funeral was being held I finally say my first words for a while now, "Mom, I'm sorry. Maybe your right." I say as my voice sounds like a stranger to me. She answers back by hugging me. Without further discussion we get out to find a large tent-like placed in the middle of the park. 

I instantly wanted to leave. To forget everything about this place. When Demi and I were younger, we'd spend our long summer days here. We would play tag with other kids, talk, have lunch, and just spend time together in this very park. My knees started to give away at the thought of her and I running through the parks green grass. My mom helps steady me right when possibly the worst memory from this place flooded my mind; It was a warm, summer day and Demi and I were sitting up in a high tree talking. We were maybe 12. I asked her how she wanted to die. I remembered why I had asked her such a peculiar question; My neighbors had died in a big fire that no one knew how it started. Anyway, her answer was that she didn't mind how she was taken out of the world, just as long as she was remembered. I used to think this was a poetic answer, but now that's it's happened I'm not to sure I like it.   

Just when I was thinking about the tragic memory, Demi's parents came up to us and started talking to my mother. They look awful. There faces looked terrible, like they've died too. They're former eyes looked like hollow pits; like they've drowned themselves with they're own tears. Suddenly, I realize everyone eyes are upon me. Her mothers mouth is moving but I can't make out the words. I finally break through and can hear what they've been saying, "Tori, are you okay?" she asks noticing my own sorrow face that must of resembled hers.