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Chapter 2-The Accident
After Lizzie left I went back to my room. I had a lot to think about. Maybe what she said was right, I thought I was there for her after the accident but I guess I wasn't. The accident really messed with my head, I felt like a part of me was left behind that day. The day I lost my best friend……
Flashback:
It was Saturday afternoon and I was at Miranda's house. We were doing our art project together, and then we were supposed to go to Lizzie's house afterwards. Most of the time we were talking about my 'feelings' for Lizzie. Miranda kept pushing me to tell her, like she knew Lizzie felt the same way. She convinced me and I was ready to tell her. We finished our project finally and went downstairs to head out to Lizzie's. Miranda's dad offered us a ride to Lizzie's, I didn't mind at all because I was tired for some reason but Miranda insisted on walking. I told her I was too tired to walk all the way to Lizzie's house and that we should let her dad take us. The next thing I knew were in her dad's car. Miranda in the front and I was in the back.
We were at a red left turn light and the streets looked pretty empty. The light turned green to go straight but the left turn light was still red. Mr. Sanchez turned anyway and a truck smashed into Miranda's side. Everything was like it was in slow motion. I was in the car, awake but Mr. Sanchez and Miranda were unconscious. The car was upside down, I smashed the window beside me and got out. I smelled gas, and looked over at the truck that had already started to catch fire and I knew instantly, Mr. Sanchez's car would catch in fire soon. I was alone, with nobody around us. Who was I supposed to get out first? Would I make it in time?
I went to Miranda's side, the window was already shattered. Her seatbelt was on, I couldn't even get her out. It's like she was stuck.
Gordo: "Miranda….Miranda, wake up! I need you to wake up, please. The cars going to blow any minute and I need to get your dad out too."
Mirada barely opened her eyes.
Miranda: "I…..get my father out, first…..please." she whispered.
Gordo: "Miranda…"
Miranda: "Please, Gordo. Just do it."
"Just do it." I couldn't think at that moment but I listened to her. Not knowing what was going to happen next.
I went to the other side and started to pull Mr. Sanchez out. I saw a car pull up and a man ran out to help me.
Gordo: "Please sir, get him out. I need to help my friend on the other side."
Man: "Ok, son. Go ahead, I got it from here."
I went to Miranda's side and did everything I could possibly do to get her out. But I just couldn't. Did I try hard enough? Why couldn't I save her?
Miranda: "Did you get my dad out?"
Gordo: "Yeah, another man is helping me get him out. Don't he's fine. I just need to get you out, quick."
Miranda: "It's no use, Gordo. I'm stuck, we can't both die." she said as flames flashed in her eyes.
I looked to my right and saw the flames getting nearer. What was I supposed to do now?
Man: "Son! The car's going to blow! You need to get out of the way! Come on!" he said starting to drag Gordo away.
I didn't let him pull me up. I stood by Miranda's side, I couldn't just leave her, could I?
Miranda: "Gordo…..you have to go. Lizzie needs you, your family needs you. Just go. This is it for me." she said whispering as her eyes were fighting to stay open.
Gordo: "I can't Miranda. We all need you too. I can't just leave you to die like this!" tears filled his eyes.
Man: "Hurry! There isn't much time!"
Miranda: "Go……." she whispered.
Those were her final words as I saw her eyes close shut. They didn't open again. I watched as her chest stopped moving up and down, and I knew she was gone. Somehow the man pulled me all the way back. And I saw the car that Miranda was in blow up into pieces. What had I done? At that moment in my life, I knew nothing would be the same….
End of Flashback
I woke up sweaty and scared. Every night I would have some type of nightmare, leading up to the accident. Was it a message form God, showing me that it was indeed my fault that Miranda died? I wasn't sure…..but it sure felt like it was my fault. I never went to her funeral. I never went near the Sanchez's home. I never let anybody know about that night. I never grieved like I normally should have. And I never let Lizzie in…
Does this darkness have a name? This cruelty, this hatred, how did it find us? Did it steal into our lives, or did we seek it out and embrace it? What happened to us? When did we lose our way? Consumed by the shadows, swallowed whole by the darkness. Does this darkness have a name? Is it my name?
Most of our life is a series of images. They pass us by like towns on the highway. But sometimes, a moment stuns us as it happens. And we know that this instant is more than a fleeting image. We know that this moment… every part of it… will live on forever.
A/N: Sorry it was short, but this chapter was just to show what happened to Miranda. How she died and why Gordo didn't go to her funeral. Next chapters will be longer. Please Review!!!
