A/N: Hello, this is my second GH fanfic, my other one I wrote on my old account- you can find that here: .net/s/6649255/1/Thanks . I recently started rewatching and GH and I fell in love with Claudia. Her character was so wonderful and chaotic and tortured- it's a real shame GH didn't explore it the way they should have, instead they made her the wicked witch of the west and it was a shame. This has been going around in my head for a little while. Reviews are appreciated as always!
Rest in peace.
That's what everyone says right? Someone dies and people chime in- "they're in a better place, they're at peace now."
Claudia laughed bitterly. She was further from peace now than when she was alive. At least then she had Johnny, at least then she was alive, not dead, not some faded memory, an ugly part of the past people whispered about- "she had it coming."
Claudia supposed she did have it coming. She knew from a young age how the business worked, no one ever survived for long. You lived too fast and you died too young. Claudia knew this and accepted it; she figured it was why she focused so much on John. He deserved everything she could never have. Claudia had failed him.
All that aside you don't get a kid shot in the head, inadvertently or not, and end up living (dying) happily ever after. She wondered if this was her punishment, not burning flames or hot pokers or anything else she envisioned hell would have, no this was much worse- watching.
People took for granted the power that came with living, the power to do things, to say things, to make a difference. In death, Claudia was helpless, helpless to do anything but watch the people she left behind.
She watched as her body was carted around like it was a piece of trash, she saw her father- daddy, her daddy that she had tried to please for so long, who's love she yearned for, responded angrily to the news- how dare Sonny kill her before he could. She watched as people rejoiced at her death, as the boy who killed her suffered for his crimes in ways she never wanted, as John, the person she loved most, even more than her unborn baby who had never gotten a chance, destroyed himself trying to avenge her. She watched all of this.
And she wept.
End.