(Ganz kurz und Englisch) "Demon or Angel?"

There was a time when I was happy. But this is over now. I will always think of her. And I'll never forget what I've done to her. Many years ago ...

It all started with a little party at our house. Lyra's house. She was ten years old and I was 15  back then. Lyra was my sister, but she lived with father because  our parents had divorced. We played a game that Lyra had chosen. It was a made-up game in which you had to bring imaginary demons to life by  someone holding a ceremony. That  all was supposed to be fun, but when we spoke a few magical words,
Lyra  got quite pale. We did not know what we should do, so we waited. And waited. And waited. But Lyra didn´t wake up again. We waited five minutes, then we called the ambulance. But it was already too late to help Lyra. She was not breathing. She would never breathe again. Never. When I wanted to caress it her the last time on the delicate face, her glassy eyes that had turned red opened. I knew that this was not normal. I knew something was wrong. If I could was able to sleep at night since that day, I pursued dreams with demons and red, glassy eyes. Meanwhile, I'm 80 years old and have always  had these evil dreams. But something has changed. I have no more fear of the demons. I know that you protected me, Lyra, wherever  you may be. I'm happy again. And she's not a demon. For me, she is an angel. And if I die, I want to get there, and also so as to be an angel. I want to make people happy. Even if they never come back into the real world again.