I got my laptop!!! Except it has no internet yet. My uncle, who is a computer enginer, came over and fixed my old computer, except the internet is really really really crappy. I can't get on Deviant or Youtube.

Also, Merry Christmas everyone!!!
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When she awoke, she felt wonderful. All the pain she had been baring was suddenly gone and replaced with absolute comfort. The thing was gone. Or at least, it was out of her body. She felt whole again. She was back in control of her energy. That's when it occurred to her that part of it was totally gone.

She opened her eyes. She was totally surrounded by darkness. It wasn't a frightening, somethings-going-to-pop-out-and-get-you darkness. It was comfortable and relaxing. The kind of darkness some people had to have in order to sleep. She was that kind of girl. She couldn't sleep without utter blackness surrounding her. And this was that kind of darkness.

Or at least, it was. Until she saw the red eyes about 5 feet away, just sitting there, starring at her.
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Manny sat on the bench, starring at his shoes. He hadn't said a single word all day. His heart was so broken, that he thought if he so much as tried to speak, the rest of him would shatter. He had no idea she had such a huge family until he saw them all in one room. It seemed like there were hundreds of them. Aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents. Hundreds of Suarezs' gathered together from all over the world to say good bye.

He was sitting in the front row, alone. His parents were talking to her mother, who had to stop ever other word to sob into her tissue. His mother was crying too. His grandfather was sitting at the far left of another bench, also weeping into a tissue. Her sister's were in the very back of the church, holding each other and crying probably harder than anyone else. Her father stood alone in front of the table, not speaking. He had a look on his face that made it clear that he had woken up this morning thinking, hoping it was all a dream, and that he was stunned into silence to realize that it was all to real. Her other friends were here too. Diego and Sergio were also in the back crying. Django was leaning against a wall in the corner, not crying, as he had no tear glands, but his face expressed his pain.

The Riveras had explained to the Suarezs and Rodolpho where Manny and... where they had actually been over summer and how she had... passed. Manny was sure that the Suarez family would never again have anything good to say about anyone with the last name Rivera. Just like Rida, who was a Suarez anyway.

Manny didn't want to be here. Everyone was dressed in black, including himself. He didn't even know why he had agreed to come to this. If he knew it was going to be like this, he never would have let his parents drag him into the car. It was to sad. Everyone was crying. He didn't want his last memories of her be sad ones. He didn't want other people to remember her this way. He knew she wouldn't want that either.

In the front of the church, there was a display. A shrine, if you will. Tons of flowers (Roses. Her favorite.) and hundreds of pictures of her surrounded a... a coffin. Manny wouldn't allow himself to look at it directly. It hurt to bad. He knew all to well what was under that display. Like her father, he also had woken up this morning and prayed that the whole thing had been just a nightmare. They hadn't gotten out of school yet, they had never gone to Camp Robabank, they had never learned of their ancestors, Rida and Miguel, and she had never pocessed those powers that killed her.

But it was no dream. All those things had happened.
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As soon as she met the gaze of those red eyes, a certain dread washed over her. Memories of nights that she had spend wollowing in pain, the inhuman level of her anger that bubbled up without warning, the cold feeling of another being living inside her that she couldn't comtrol.

The demon.

She was starring the demon, the true cause of La Gatita's problems, right in the face. The gaze of the red eyes pierced through her like a knife. She felt a pressure on her throat that made breathing difficult. She raised her to her neck and a shiver went down her spine as she saw the demon follow her movement with it's eyes with extreme fasination. She felt like someone was choking her from the inside. She had no memory of getting up, but she was on her feet. The demons gaze intensified, it's terrifing eyes narrowing. The dark space made seeing it impossible, by suddenly, as if wanting to be recognized, the demon showed itself.

Frida starred with astonishment, still cluching her throat, into the eyes of the demon. For all it was worth, it could've been a red-eyed mirror, Because the thing looked just like her.
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He felt like if he was there for another minute longer, his heart would burst and they would have to have another funeral. But he soon found out that in his heartbreak, he couldn't move. Without her with him, everything felt wrong. He no longer found any purpose in life. he felt like, for the rest of his days, there would be a giant hole in him that no one would be able to fill. He would never love another woman the way he loved her. Hell, he would never love another woman period! He thought about just ending it...

"This is all you're fault."

Manny was brough out of his suicidal thoughts by a voice. Others had heard it to, as the whole church was suddenly silent, all eyes fixed upon Police Chief Emiliano Suarez. He turned to Manny, his face plastered with rage. "This is all your fault, Rivera!!"

Mrs. Suarez crossed to her husband. "Emiliano, don't you dare blame this on that innocent boy! He had nothing to do with this! Can't you see the poor thing is hurt enough already?!" Her voice was quiet, not wanting to cause a scene, but the Riveras heard her.

Mr. Suarez firmly took his wife by the shoulder and looked her straight in the eye. "Carmela, do you hear yourself?! Our daughter is dead!" He couldn't get through that staement without crying. "I always said nothing good would come from her hanging out with that boy, and I was right! She spend not even a month away from us with him, and now she's gone!" By this time, Carmela, along with every other Suarez in the room, was crying her eyes out. Manny felt tears flow down his own face too.

Rodolpho stepped protectively in front of Manny. "Cheif Suarez, how dare you blame this on my son?!" He said, suddenly blinded by rage. "He would never have let something like this happen intentionally! Carmela's right, he had nothing to do with it!"

Maria stepped forward and put a hand on her ex-husbands chest. "Rodolpho, calm down!"

Emiliano advanced on the Riveras, his mind clouded with a mixture of pain and rage. Carmela tried to hold him back, but he shook her off. Anita and Nikita, who had come to the front of the church during the verbal fight, also tried to restrain him, but it was obvious as he shook them off too that his anger had overpowered his better judgement. He ran forward and attacked Rodolpho, punching his square in the face. Gasps and shouts arose from the crowd of people, some of them cheering for Emiliano, as they agreed that it was Manny's fault. Rodolpho pulled himself together and punched Emiliano in the face as well, with he dodged and countered with a kick in the side.

"Dad!" Manny pulled his legs up to his body to get out of the way of the brawl in front of him. He looked at the scene. It remind him of when she used to attack him.

"Rodolpho!"

"Emiliano!"

Carmela and Maria ran forward and tried to pulled the men apart, but they were stopped by the twins and Grandpapi. They kept fighting, both of them getting in a good few blows, when it happened. Rodolpho punched Emiliano so hard, that he went flying and crashed into the table with the coffin on it. The entire room held his breath as it wobbled, threatening to fall. When it did, it hit the floor hard. All other sound inadiable, it filled the room with a loud bang. It rolled once on the floor before landing on it's side and flying open.

And she fell out.
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Do you guys understand what happened? Rodolpho and Emiliano get into a fist fight (a wonderful thing to do at funerals), Emiliano crashes into the table and knocks over the coffin, it lands on it's side and Frida's body falls out. I just don't like the way I told it. It felt off somehow. Oh well. No, this story is not over. Duh.