Chapter 5: The Funeral:
Why did this have to happen? It's a shame really. Here I am at the funeral for the two most liked students of their schools. Fire was pretty well liked at college, and Gypsy was a fairly good A student with a talent for art, music, and writing. Who seemed to be doing quite well at school. She would have graduated this year too. Poor girl her last year of high school ruined by a gang fight. I don't know her all that well myself personally. But when I had to do research on them to see if they were involved with any gangs it shocked me to find they were just two innocent kids who were once more in the wrong place at the wrong time. It's a shame really. They both lost their parents when they were young. He was just turning 18 and she was 16. Her 3 little sisters and older brother were out of state visiting family when their parents were killed. Both families were going up to Maine to join the rest of the kids when a drunk driver hitting the car threw the car off a cliff. They survived because the parents unbuckled them and shoved them out before the car crashed. Gypsy had a broken arm and leg. And Fire a skull fracture but they both survived, found together in a small river hugging each other tight as the car containing their parents burned up. Real shame. The bigger shame is that on the time of death for them it show that Gypsy had stayed alive long enough to watch Fire die. Not even five minutes apart from each other. She was pretty. Long, waist length reddish brown hair with blonde streaks framing her face and green eyes that were brown sometimes. Her boyfriend was quite a looker 6'1 with chin length brown hair and hazel eyes. The only photo taken of them before they died showed them happy and smiling away. She was holding up her hand flashing a ring and a sonogram. Shame too, she was pregnant. She had a name picked out already and was waiting to tell Fire. Her sister said that they told him it was for her brother's girlfriend not her when he saw the sonogram first. But it was theirs and she was supposed to tell him on Halloween, after their wedding. These poor kids had some seriously bad luck. Well it's a closed casket for the two of them. Her brother is up there now. "I don't know how many of you knew my sister. But I know you know her as Gypsy but her real name was Patricia Sun. And she was to be married to Jonathan Rose. But you probably know him as Fire. Well I know that for a fact Trisha wouldn't want you to be sad or crying for her. She was a brave girl. And a fun loving, carefree spirit. She had found true love and a sense of safety and love in Jon. And He had finally found the kind of love he needed for so long. But did you know the Trisha that was depressed before Jon came along. Probably not. For she never talked to anyone. She was a wonderful poet. She wrote songs, stories, and poetry as easily as if she were breathing. She loved music and poetry. And she also had a secret. She loved one other then Jon. And that was their daughter Mackenzie Joycelyn Rose. She was pregnant but some loser killed both of them. So I hope that she will be happy in heaven and that she can be with Jon and their baby again. Now because she loved poetry so much I decided to recite a poem that she loved. It is called Alone by Christina Rossetti."
Alone
Alone I'm standing
No one to turn to cry
All the love I've given you
And in return I get goodbye
No one said life is fair
But I hate to turn around to see
That no one is there
Maybe its just fate
That I stay alone and true
If only I could say
I'm still in love with you
You'll never know
Just how I feel
All the pain you've given me
It seems like its so unreal
No matter what
I'll love you forever
Even though you broke your promise
For us to be together
At the end of the funeral everyone left a rose on the two caskets and left no one stayed as they lowered them into the ground. Except for me. I had an eerie feeling that something was gonna happen and I was praying that it wasn't what I was expecting to happen. The eerie feeling only got worse when I saw a large black crow whose feathers were blacker then night land on top of the head stone placed for Trish and start pecking at it. The headstones read:
Patricia Sun Aug. 27 1984-Aug, 27 2002, Jonathan Rose April 28 1982-Aug, 27 2002 Together Forever! May They Rest In Peace!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN the poem written in this Chapter Christina Rossetti wrote it in the late 1800's. I do own the characters except for Officer Albrecht and Detective Albrecht
Why did this have to happen? It's a shame really. Here I am at the funeral for the two most liked students of their schools. Fire was pretty well liked at college, and Gypsy was a fairly good A student with a talent for art, music, and writing. Who seemed to be doing quite well at school. She would have graduated this year too. Poor girl her last year of high school ruined by a gang fight. I don't know her all that well myself personally. But when I had to do research on them to see if they were involved with any gangs it shocked me to find they were just two innocent kids who were once more in the wrong place at the wrong time. It's a shame really. They both lost their parents when they were young. He was just turning 18 and she was 16. Her 3 little sisters and older brother were out of state visiting family when their parents were killed. Both families were going up to Maine to join the rest of the kids when a drunk driver hitting the car threw the car off a cliff. They survived because the parents unbuckled them and shoved them out before the car crashed. Gypsy had a broken arm and leg. And Fire a skull fracture but they both survived, found together in a small river hugging each other tight as the car containing their parents burned up. Real shame. The bigger shame is that on the time of death for them it show that Gypsy had stayed alive long enough to watch Fire die. Not even five minutes apart from each other. She was pretty. Long, waist length reddish brown hair with blonde streaks framing her face and green eyes that were brown sometimes. Her boyfriend was quite a looker 6'1 with chin length brown hair and hazel eyes. The only photo taken of them before they died showed them happy and smiling away. She was holding up her hand flashing a ring and a sonogram. Shame too, she was pregnant. She had a name picked out already and was waiting to tell Fire. Her sister said that they told him it was for her brother's girlfriend not her when he saw the sonogram first. But it was theirs and she was supposed to tell him on Halloween, after their wedding. These poor kids had some seriously bad luck. Well it's a closed casket for the two of them. Her brother is up there now. "I don't know how many of you knew my sister. But I know you know her as Gypsy but her real name was Patricia Sun. And she was to be married to Jonathan Rose. But you probably know him as Fire. Well I know that for a fact Trisha wouldn't want you to be sad or crying for her. She was a brave girl. And a fun loving, carefree spirit. She had found true love and a sense of safety and love in Jon. And He had finally found the kind of love he needed for so long. But did you know the Trisha that was depressed before Jon came along. Probably not. For she never talked to anyone. She was a wonderful poet. She wrote songs, stories, and poetry as easily as if she were breathing. She loved music and poetry. And she also had a secret. She loved one other then Jon. And that was their daughter Mackenzie Joycelyn Rose. She was pregnant but some loser killed both of them. So I hope that she will be happy in heaven and that she can be with Jon and their baby again. Now because she loved poetry so much I decided to recite a poem that she loved. It is called Alone by Christina Rossetti."
Alone
Alone I'm standing
No one to turn to cry
All the love I've given you
And in return I get goodbye
No one said life is fair
But I hate to turn around to see
That no one is there
Maybe its just fate
That I stay alone and true
If only I could say
I'm still in love with you
You'll never know
Just how I feel
All the pain you've given me
It seems like its so unreal
No matter what
I'll love you forever
Even though you broke your promise
For us to be together
At the end of the funeral everyone left a rose on the two caskets and left no one stayed as they lowered them into the ground. Except for me. I had an eerie feeling that something was gonna happen and I was praying that it wasn't what I was expecting to happen. The eerie feeling only got worse when I saw a large black crow whose feathers were blacker then night land on top of the head stone placed for Trish and start pecking at it. The headstones read:
Patricia Sun Aug. 27 1984-Aug, 27 2002, Jonathan Rose April 28 1982-Aug, 27 2002 Together Forever! May They Rest In Peace!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN the poem written in this Chapter Christina Rossetti wrote it in the late 1800's. I do own the characters except for Officer Albrecht and Detective Albrecht