Funeral Flowers
Getting out of her car, Gia carried two small carnations (one red and one white) with her as she slowly walked past the black, iron gates of the Port Charles cemetery: Flowers of God. Taking a small, narrow path that was to the right; she made her way to a big oak tree that was located in the eastern part of the open area.
She stopped as she found what she was looking for: the tombstone of her brother and sister. She wished her father was buried here too, but when he was alive he always said he never wanted to be buried in Port Charles. He hated the town. So she and Sam agreed to lay his body in their family cemetery when he passed on.
Sitting down on the slightly damp grass, Gia looked at the carnations again. She laid the white one down on her sister's tombstone and the red one on her brother's. Moving over to her brother's grave, she lightly traced his name on the tombstone.
"I miss you so much Marcus," Gia said. Her eyes started to mist as memories flashed through her mind. "I wish you were here... some days I don't know how I get by without you." She leaned near the tombstone and kissed it.
"I know," she said as tears slowly moved down her face, "I know, you would never approve of what I'm doing... and I know you would hate that I'm doing this because of you, but you have to realize that other people died also at his hands. He doesn't care about anyone except for his family; forget about the innocent victims.... you, papá, and Giglio... I love you..." Not being able to go on, Gia broke down crying.
*******
As the skies seem to get grayer, the mourners wept more. He was the last one that they thought would ever die... after all he is invincible. They were surprised when he was pronounced dead, minutes after arriving at the hospital. And now days later, they were all dressed in black, standing in Flowers of God Cemetery burying him.
His friend, best friend hung his head in sadness. He knew he should have been there to protect him, but he couldn't. He had his wife, children, and sister to watch out for first.
Looking at his mother and father, he sighed. They blamed him, they always will and never stop in "punishing" him. They just didn't understand that Jason was his own man...
"Sonny?" Carly whispered to get his attention. "Everyone's going to the Quartermaines... I'm going with Courtney, are you coming?" she said between sniffles. She dabbed her running nose slowly. Her eyes were red from all the crying that she has been doing in the last couple of days over her friend.
He nodded his head no. "I want to stay here for a while..."
Carly nodded her head in understanding. Standing on her toes, she gave Sonny a kiss on his cheek. "Don't be long... I don't want something to happen to you too."
"Okay baby," Sonny said as he watched her walk off. When she was out of his sight, he looked again at the fresh grave and sighed. "Thank you Jason... for protecting Courtney. If you hadn't jumped in front of her, she would be the one in this grave." He held his head down, trying to keep the tears from falling.
"Not only were you my partner, you were also my best friend. I will miss you and your friendship... I know you saw who did this," he continued. "And I wish you could tell me."
Sonny looked up and scanned the cemetery. In a far off distance he could see a woman weeping at another grave. His heart went out to her.
He looked down again and shook his head furiously. "I told you to be careful, I didn't want you to end up like most of the people that come in contact with me... I have this pain, a burning fire in me. The only other times I got this feeling were when my mother was killed by Deke, and when Lily and our child died, then again when Carly and mines first child was killed." Sonny stopped as he fought to keep his tears from rolling down his face. Though he rarely showed his emotions... this time he didn't know how to keep them in.
"I will find and go after who ever did this," Sonny vowed as his fighting stopped, and he let his tears cascade down his face.
*******
Moving over to her sister's grave, only a few yards away; Gia laughed a little. "Now if I know that Marcus would be mad with what I'm doing... I know you would be furious."
"Why? Because of the goodness and purity in your heart?" Gia asked her sister. "I guess I will never truly know," she answered as the silence engulfed her.
"I miss you too, Giglio." Gia stopped and reminisced on the day her and Sam started to call her that. They were young children then, and she was upset that Giovanna and Samantha had a nickname and not her. So one day Gia heard her mother call her sister, Giglio, in her native tongue. The nickname was adopted by Gia and Sam, and from then on she only allowed the two of them to call her that...
"I brought you a carnation, now I know you always hated them... but I wanted to give you something more traditional." Leaning over on the tombstone, Gia kissed the smooth marble. "Te amo, Giglio. Forgive me for what I plan on doing, I know you wouldn't approve but he must be stopped."
Gia stood and brushed the dirt off of her. She looked around and saw Sonny standing over a grave. "An eye for an eye, Sonny... you stole my best friend; watch out for your sister next," she mumbled as she walked off.
Getting out of her car, Gia carried two small carnations (one red and one white) with her as she slowly walked past the black, iron gates of the Port Charles cemetery: Flowers of God. Taking a small, narrow path that was to the right; she made her way to a big oak tree that was located in the eastern part of the open area.
She stopped as she found what she was looking for: the tombstone of her brother and sister. She wished her father was buried here too, but when he was alive he always said he never wanted to be buried in Port Charles. He hated the town. So she and Sam agreed to lay his body in their family cemetery when he passed on.
Sitting down on the slightly damp grass, Gia looked at the carnations again. She laid the white one down on her sister's tombstone and the red one on her brother's. Moving over to her brother's grave, she lightly traced his name on the tombstone.
"I miss you so much Marcus," Gia said. Her eyes started to mist as memories flashed through her mind. "I wish you were here... some days I don't know how I get by without you." She leaned near the tombstone and kissed it.
"I know," she said as tears slowly moved down her face, "I know, you would never approve of what I'm doing... and I know you would hate that I'm doing this because of you, but you have to realize that other people died also at his hands. He doesn't care about anyone except for his family; forget about the innocent victims.... you, papá, and Giglio... I love you..." Not being able to go on, Gia broke down crying.
*******
As the skies seem to get grayer, the mourners wept more. He was the last one that they thought would ever die... after all he is invincible. They were surprised when he was pronounced dead, minutes after arriving at the hospital. And now days later, they were all dressed in black, standing in Flowers of God Cemetery burying him.
His friend, best friend hung his head in sadness. He knew he should have been there to protect him, but he couldn't. He had his wife, children, and sister to watch out for first.
Looking at his mother and father, he sighed. They blamed him, they always will and never stop in "punishing" him. They just didn't understand that Jason was his own man...
"Sonny?" Carly whispered to get his attention. "Everyone's going to the Quartermaines... I'm going with Courtney, are you coming?" she said between sniffles. She dabbed her running nose slowly. Her eyes were red from all the crying that she has been doing in the last couple of days over her friend.
He nodded his head no. "I want to stay here for a while..."
Carly nodded her head in understanding. Standing on her toes, she gave Sonny a kiss on his cheek. "Don't be long... I don't want something to happen to you too."
"Okay baby," Sonny said as he watched her walk off. When she was out of his sight, he looked again at the fresh grave and sighed. "Thank you Jason... for protecting Courtney. If you hadn't jumped in front of her, she would be the one in this grave." He held his head down, trying to keep the tears from falling.
"Not only were you my partner, you were also my best friend. I will miss you and your friendship... I know you saw who did this," he continued. "And I wish you could tell me."
Sonny looked up and scanned the cemetery. In a far off distance he could see a woman weeping at another grave. His heart went out to her.
He looked down again and shook his head furiously. "I told you to be careful, I didn't want you to end up like most of the people that come in contact with me... I have this pain, a burning fire in me. The only other times I got this feeling were when my mother was killed by Deke, and when Lily and our child died, then again when Carly and mines first child was killed." Sonny stopped as he fought to keep his tears from rolling down his face. Though he rarely showed his emotions... this time he didn't know how to keep them in.
"I will find and go after who ever did this," Sonny vowed as his fighting stopped, and he let his tears cascade down his face.
*******
Moving over to her sister's grave, only a few yards away; Gia laughed a little. "Now if I know that Marcus would be mad with what I'm doing... I know you would be furious."
"Why? Because of the goodness and purity in your heart?" Gia asked her sister. "I guess I will never truly know," she answered as the silence engulfed her.
"I miss you too, Giglio." Gia stopped and reminisced on the day her and Sam started to call her that. They were young children then, and she was upset that Giovanna and Samantha had a nickname and not her. So one day Gia heard her mother call her sister, Giglio, in her native tongue. The nickname was adopted by Gia and Sam, and from then on she only allowed the two of them to call her that...
"I brought you a carnation, now I know you always hated them... but I wanted to give you something more traditional." Leaning over on the tombstone, Gia kissed the smooth marble. "Te amo, Giglio. Forgive me for what I plan on doing, I know you wouldn't approve but he must be stopped."
Gia stood and brushed the dirt off of her. She looked around and saw Sonny standing over a grave. "An eye for an eye, Sonny... you stole my best friend; watch out for your sister next," she mumbled as she walked off.