Chapter 18:
The day was unbearably cold, the snow wet and slushy. Elizabeth's boots were soaked through, but that didn't deter her. She was on a mission, and God help anyone that got in her way. The pink marble stone gleamed brightly in the late afternoon sun. The headstone was incredibly simple.
Courtney Ann Matthews
June 17, 1977 November 19, 2003
She stared at the stone for a few minutes before speaking. "Since I didn't get the chance to tell you exactly what I thought of you while you were alive, I'll tell you now." Her voice was strangely calm when she continued. "We were best friends, like sisters. Sometimes, I thought you knew me better than I knew my own self. When did that change? When did you become so sick that you decided the only way for you to be okay was to kill me? Do you know that for weeks I didn't believe you had anything to do with the bomb until Frisco showed me proof? Cold hard evidence! I cried and screamed that you were like family to me and that there was no way you would try to hurt me, but the proof sat right in front of me." Her voice rose an octive higher with the last words.
She took several breaths of the November air before finding her voice again. "After the bombing, I had no intentions of hurting you. Honestly, despite the fact that you tried to kill me. It wasn't until I found Emily that I decided you had to die. Poor Emily who was beaten within an inch of her life and gang-raped because she found out what you were really like. Emily can't stand to be touched by anyone male or female because of you and your own need to feel superior. You betrayed me and everyone in Port Charles that accepted you and looked out for you and why? Because you were jealous!"
Liz paced in front of the stone collecting her thoughts before taking one last look. "I will never understand why you felt you had to get rid of me. Then to but a bullet through your own head. You really were a coward weren't you?" She spit on the grave and spoke her last words to Courtney. "I guess the best woman won. Rot in hell Courtney."
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Emily watched her best friend pace frantically in front of the newest grave in the Port Charles cemetary. She could guess what her friend was saying, probably the same thing that was in her own head. She looked at Elizabeth trying to memorize everything about her. She looked to the sky and whispered,"Please help everyone understand why this is my only choice." Emily felt the wet tears on her face before turning away and striding purposely towards the docks. She had an appointment with death. Tonight, Emily Bowen-Quartermaine was going to kill herself.
What do you think? I left the end very open, and a couple of mysteries to be solved in the sequel Sweet Dreams. It will be in Emily's POV like the above paragraph. We'll see how Emily is dealing with everything (apparently not too well) and watch as a romance develops with an unexpected savior.
I know you all expected Liz to kill Blondie, but I just couldn't do it. That would make Liz as bad as Courtney and we don't want that. Don't worry though Liz's ass kicking days are not over. (Is that perhaps a hint about a trilogy? It might be!) Mystery person/ Bunny killer will be revealed and I don't even know who it's going to be (or do I?)
Thanks so much to all the wonderful reviewers who like my first story. I could almost cry if I weren't such an ice queen. Hopefully you guys will like my sequel and continue to review. Uhh... that's it thanx for the reviews and keep on truckin!!!
