From Afar

[klinea34]

Here is the next part-- (Dun Dun Dun)

Here we are. I thought to myself. My dad and I were at my mom's funeral. Just about one of the saddest places i've ever been. People everywere. Some crying, some not. But everyone was coming up to my dad and I, telling us that they were sorry,and that my mom would be missed. I just wanted it to stop! I don't like big crowds or being the center of attention. But they were still going to make me give a speech!

Suddenly it all stopped, but almost imediantly I wished it hadn't. The preacher from my church walked up to the podium next to my mom's coffin, which was nailed tightly shut. i knew it was about to get a whole lot sadder.

"Folks" He began, "Today just might be one of the saddest day in a long time. Christine Salgotto was loved by many people. She was the type of person who was easily loved, and she touched the lives of many people."

"I will never forget the day i met her. She was a little girl, she came to church with her grandparents one day. She kept to herself. Didn't interact much with the other children. Instead she watched me. Closely."

"After a while she fianally gatherd the courage to talk to me. She was a very intelligant little girl, always asking questions. We had ourselves a nice long chat."

"Ever scince that day, we have been very close. It was I who gave her her very first easel. She painted me a birds-eye-vies of Paris, France. I have that to this day."

"I am but one story. There are so many more. in fact, if we were to tell all the stories of her good deeds, and the changes she made to peoples lives, it would take us months. But right now, i would like to introduce her daughter, Rue Salgotto, who has prepared some words." People clapped.

I nervously stood up, and walked to the podium. I took out the piece of paper that was supposed to be my speech. The paper was blank. I thought it would honor my mom more if i said what came to me in the moment. Not some words on a piece of paper that i didn't really mean. No. Today, I would speak my mind.

"My mom was a special person" I began, "So special, that i don't even know how to begin to explain just how special. She was my best friend, my teacher, my shoulder to cry on. But most of all, she was my mom. She was the only person in the world who I could take my problems to, and leave with most of them solved."

"This is the hardest thing i have ever had to go through." I saw many heads nod in agreement. "Losing her is like losing part of myself."

"i'm sure most of you don't know this, but I was there when she passed." I heard many startled gasps. " I was there for her last words. Doy you know what they were? She looked right at me, and with her dying breath, said the words, I Love You. With her dying breath, she told me that she loved me."

" I just hope that someday, i could be more like her. Thank you"

Everyone started clapping. Soon everyone was standing. Some even cheerd as i made my way shyly back to my seat. My pastor walked to the front.

"Well" He said, "i'm not sure that i can say much after hearing that. That was one of the most beautiful speeches i've heard in a while." More clapping, i shrank down into my seat. "Please" He continued, "Join with me in prayer."

We bowed our heads as he said a short prayer over my mom. Then they lowered her into her grave. We watched as she was buried.

Then my dad turned to me. His eyes were read and puffy. His face was streaked with tears. And his voice cracked as he said to me, "Let's go home."

I couln't think of anything better.

[Bugmo33]

This is really good! ^^

[klinea34]

Haha, thanks Bug!

[klinea34]

bump.....when i can find some time i will continue this...i just cant seem to fit in any time though...i guess im a busy person...

[Bugmo33]

Darn busyness!

[klinea34]

Well..i hadn't posted in a while...so..here we go...NEXT PART



Nothing felt right.

Every scince Mom died, things have felt....diffrent. Not sad exactly, but just diffrent. Not that I didn't miss Mom, i missed her tons. I just don't mope and cry. It isn't who I am. So i press on and hope that some day things will be better.

But I know they won't.

I have been thinking, thinking of the sickness. Dad is not in any state to tell me, so I haven't even asked him yet. But I will have to soon, because this has been gnawing at me ever scince Mom died. She had wanted to tell me hadn't she? Thats what she was about to do right? I was supposed to know, wasn't I?

But I couldn't forget the expretion on Dad's face when Mom was about to tell me. He obviously didn't want me to know. But mom had. What was i supposed to do?

I took a deep breath. Just ask him, I thought. Just ask Dad. It isn't that hard, just say "What is the Sickness? Not hard.

Before I could chicken out, I walked out of my bedroom door and down the stairs to the living room where my dad was starring blankly at the T.V.

I stoped and cleared my throat. My dad didn't look up. " I know what you want." He said stifly, "And I know that when you want something, you are going to get it. So I won't fight you. I will tell you everything you want to know."

This supprised me, but i didn't waste anytime. "What is the Sickness?" I asked

My dad sighed, "The sickness is pretty much what it sounds like. It is like a disease that some people get, people like your mom. There is no way of knowing exactly who is going to catch it. But we can usually guess."

"Why is that?" I asked nervously, Could I catch it?

"The sickness is a disease that is mainly contained to a certain area. An area like this. It is the perfect condition for it. Freezing winters, blazing hot summers. The sickness thrives here."

I frowned as I pondered this, what did tempature have to do with anything? Then I realized, it is perfect for the germs to travel around, especially in the summer. " You say the Sickness is just a normal disease. Why are people so scared of it?"

My dad sighed, "I said the Sickness is like a disease that people catch. It is not normal. At all."

"What does it do then? To make it not normal?" I asked.

"And this is the hard question." My dad says softly, then, for the first time this whole discussion, he turned and looked at me. "You know about the pack of wolves that live in the forest arround here?"

I nodded, everyone did. It was just a normal, everyday thing.

" Well...there is no easy way to say this...but...they aren't real wolves."

I blinked. Not real? How could they be not real? My dad must have seen the confusion in my eyes because he explained, "They are, or once were, human. The sickness has done something to the genes of the body's in the humans. It has made them wolves. No, werewolves. It has created werewolves. Once a human turns, it is incredably hard to turn back human. Usually it gets easier after the first time. And more often than not, the first time the werewolf turns back, is because of insane pain. The pain is so intense that it forces the wolf out, and the human in."

As my mind reeled, I rememberd something. For the first time in a long time, I remembered the boy in the backyard.

[wolf4ever]

Please please continue !