Disclaimer: I do not own any original characters from the show Lizzie McGuire. I do, however, own any other character in here. If you don't know which ones I'm talking about then I suggest you start watching Lizzie McGuire a little more often. This story is rated R for sexual content, violence, adult situations and language. If any of that offends you, I suggest you stop reading now. For the rest of you, this is the sequel to Remember Me.
Note: Another short chapter. Sorry. But it's getting interesting huh? Keep reading and hopefully you won't be too disappointed.
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Take It To The Limit
Chapter Three: Every Breath You Take
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A month had passed for the trio and Lizzie was beginning to wonder if the trio was actually a trio anymore. Gordo had been spending a lot of time with Kit lately. Every time Lizzie asked him if he wanted to do something it was always the same reply "I have plans with Kit, sorry."
For a while, it was fine just hanging out with Miranda until she had the same excuse. Plans with Kit. She was losing her two best friends to Kit. It was turning out to be the Andie situation times ten. She had to do something.
Lizzie sat at home, alone, watching old movies. Her mom had been trying to get her to go outside for over an hour. It was a nice sunny day out, but Lizzie didn't feel like being all that cheerful. For the last week she had been friendless and it was getting really lonely.
"Lizzie, if you don't get out of this house now; I'm going to sick Matt on you." Jo McGuire stared intently at her daughter. She hadn't moved all morning, wasn't dressed for the day and had only got up to switch movies.
"Fine, I'll go for a walk." and with that, Lizzie grabbed some stuff to change into and headed to the shower.
Meanwhile, the phone rang at the Renolds compound. "Katrina, it's Tianna!" Kit's mother yelled to her. Kit picked up the extension excitedly.
"Tia! I thought you'd never call." there was a short pause. "What? Is this a joke?" Kit weakly sat down on her bed next to Gordo and Miranda. They both showed concern for their friend. After a few moments, Kit hung up the phone and stared blankly at her hands.
"Is something wrong?" Miranda asked, breaking the silence.
"My friend from back in New York, Mary-Ann. She committed suicide last night. She swallowed a bottle of aspirin and chased it with a bottle of vodka. There was a note and everything. It was a letter to our friend Ray. He was always telling her that she'd never kill herself, that she would have done it already. All of us believed him. She'd been talking about suicide for five years now. All the letter said was 'If you are reading this note right now, then you were wrong Ray.'" Kit couldn't cry. She had to be strong. She was to numb to cry.
"I'm sorry." was all Gordo could manage to say.
"If you need anyone, we are here for you." Miranda included.
"Tia is going to fly over and stay here for a while. Ray went to his uncles. They needed to get away for a while." she said, emotionless. She needed to be alone but was afraid of it at the same time. "I just need to be alone right now."
"We understand." Gordo said.
Kit hugged them both as they left her room, letting themselves out. Kit looked at the bathroom door and traced a finger over her own scars. In order to be strong when Tia got there, she would have to take matters into her own hand. Shakily, she got up from her bed and managed to walk to the sink. She opened her medicine cabinet and pulled out a long, shiny metallic object.
Her release.
She held it between two finger and dragged the sharp object over an old scar. I split open. Blood rushed from the wound and fell in little drops into the clean sink. She put the razor down and turned on the water, watching it mix with her blood and wash away the pain.
"I just forgot my...." when Miranda saw her, she gasped. "Kit! What are you doing?!"
Kit began to openly cry as she slid down the countertop and onto the pristine tiles, holding her bloody wrist. "You can't tell anyone, Rainy." she wept.
"How am I not supposed to tell anyone. Do you want to die?" Miranda grabbed a cloth and wet it. She then opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out some bandages. She slid down next to her friend.
"No, I don't want to die. I just want to get rid of the pain. I need to be strong. I can't cry." Kit's eyes showed pleading and fear.
"Cutting yourself isn't a way to get rid of the pain, Kit. Your friend just died. It's okay to be hurting right now." Miranda reached out and took her friends wounded arm. Carefully she wiped the already drying blood from the wound.
After it was dressed, she led Kit back into her room. "I know you want to be alone right now, but I'll make a deal with you. If you promise not to cut yourself anymore and come to me when times get hard, I won't tell that you cut yourself this time."
"Thanks." Kit said softly.
"But I'm not leaving you right now. It's Saturday, I'll call my mom and tell her I'm sleeping over." Miranda picked up the receiver without waiting for an answer. After she hung up, she looked back at Kit, who was now curled up on her bed, rocking herself.
"I want you to stay here. I don't trust myself." Kit reached out her hand and pulled on Miranda's arm. Miranda carefully lay down next to her new friend and held her. No one had held Kit since she left New York and it was comforting to her. Soon both girls were asleep, tangled in each others arms.
Lizzie walked in circles around the parks walkway. She had been out for twenty minutes, just thinking when a twig behind her snapped. She turned to see Gordo standing there. A worried frown on his face.
"Hey." he sounded depressed.
"What's up?" Lizzie looked at him.
"Kit's friend from New York killed herself last night." Gordo looked down at his hands.
"Wow. That's got to be hard." as much as Lizzie hated Kit right now, if she lost Miranda or Gordo that way, she would be lost. She may not like the girl, but she wasn't cold hearted.
"I just hope that she'll be all right." Gordo sat down on a bench followed by Lizzie.
"You don't think she'll hurt herself, do you?" Lizzie asked.
"I don't know, Lizzie. I don't know her all that well. I've seen the scars on her arms. They all looked fairly old, but I can tell she is a cutter." Gordo sighed softly.
"You care about her a lot." Lizzie looked down at her hands. If Gordo liked Kit, it was her own fault for not telling him she loved him. If she lost him now, there was no one to blame but herself.
"Yeah, I do. I don't know why. I just think that she can open up people's eyes to the truth of the world. She'll teach us all a lot. She's not as bad as you think, Lizzie. You should give her a chance." Gordo had missed Lizzie, but deep down he knew she'd always be there for him. Kit was like a new toy. It may be fun now, but you outgrew it eventually. Lizzie was more like your first teddy bear. It may have been around forever and it may have one eye missing, but it will always be your most prized possession.
"I know I should, Gordo. I just feel like I'm losing my two best friends to her." Lizzie leaned her head on Gordo's shoulder.
"Hey. You will never lose Miranda or me. We love you, Lizzie. No one could replace you. Trust me. You are one in a million." Gordo put an arm around her. This is as close as they had been in a long time. Gordo longed for more but he contained himself.
"I'll try to give Kit a chance. I know if I lost someone who meant a lot to me, I'd need all the friends I could get to help me through it." Lizzie smiled softly.
"That's my girl." Gordo hugged her.
When Miranda woke up she found herself in a strange place. It was pitch black. The only stranger thing was that someone was laying half on top of her. A soft moan was heard when Miranda tried to push the person gently off her. That's when it all came rushing back. Kit.
Miranda craned her neck to look for a clock but couldn't find one. She was about to give up when Kit stirred and sat up.
"Sorry I was laying on you." Kit whispered. She sounded embarrassed.
"It's ok. Lizzie has fallen asleep on me before." Miranda told her.
"It's different for me, Rainy." Kit spoke so softly that Miranda almost hadn't heard her.
"How so?" Miranda asked quietly.
"Never mind. It's close to midnight and I'm hungry." Kit said getting up, leaving Miranda to wonder what she had meant. Sighing, she got up and followed Kit to the kitchen.
The next morning, Miranda was getting out of the shower when she heard Kit's muffled voice talking to someone. Curious, she listened.
"Tia, I mean it. No funny business. There are things they don't know about me yet and I want to keep it that way for a while. It's bad enough that Rainy caught me cutting myself." there was a pause. "No, nothing like that. I just can't lose these friends. They are the only friends I have here in California." there was another short pause. "Look, I have to go Tia. Rainy is going to be out of the shower soon." Miranda felt a little guilty, but her curiosity always got the best of her. "I love you too, Tia. Bye." Miranda heard her hang up and hurried to get dressed.
What was Kit hiding that was bad enough to lose a friend over? Miranda couldn't help but become even more curious.
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PS. I decided to add a little note to RaVeN*NYC:
A player is a player is a player. It doesn't matter if they are black, white, hispanic, asian or any other ethnicity. It doesn't matter if they are from New York, California or even Indonesia. A player is someone who deceives the opposite sex into believing they are charming, honest, loyal and usually in love when it's a total lie just to get the person to sleep with them.
Now there are the people that call themselves players but they are up front about it. They will usually say they are "playing the field" and what not. I can respect someone for that, but a real player will deny being a player and usually get their kicks off of breaking the hearts of unsuspecting, naive people. It wasn't a direct diss at New Yorkers or Cali peeps. It was something said to show Kit's personality or "attitude".
Note: Another short chapter. Sorry. But it's getting interesting huh? Keep reading and hopefully you won't be too disappointed.
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Take It To The Limit
Chapter Three: Every Breath You Take
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A month had passed for the trio and Lizzie was beginning to wonder if the trio was actually a trio anymore. Gordo had been spending a lot of time with Kit lately. Every time Lizzie asked him if he wanted to do something it was always the same reply "I have plans with Kit, sorry."
For a while, it was fine just hanging out with Miranda until she had the same excuse. Plans with Kit. She was losing her two best friends to Kit. It was turning out to be the Andie situation times ten. She had to do something.
Lizzie sat at home, alone, watching old movies. Her mom had been trying to get her to go outside for over an hour. It was a nice sunny day out, but Lizzie didn't feel like being all that cheerful. For the last week she had been friendless and it was getting really lonely.
"Lizzie, if you don't get out of this house now; I'm going to sick Matt on you." Jo McGuire stared intently at her daughter. She hadn't moved all morning, wasn't dressed for the day and had only got up to switch movies.
"Fine, I'll go for a walk." and with that, Lizzie grabbed some stuff to change into and headed to the shower.
Meanwhile, the phone rang at the Renolds compound. "Katrina, it's Tianna!" Kit's mother yelled to her. Kit picked up the extension excitedly.
"Tia! I thought you'd never call." there was a short pause. "What? Is this a joke?" Kit weakly sat down on her bed next to Gordo and Miranda. They both showed concern for their friend. After a few moments, Kit hung up the phone and stared blankly at her hands.
"Is something wrong?" Miranda asked, breaking the silence.
"My friend from back in New York, Mary-Ann. She committed suicide last night. She swallowed a bottle of aspirin and chased it with a bottle of vodka. There was a note and everything. It was a letter to our friend Ray. He was always telling her that she'd never kill herself, that she would have done it already. All of us believed him. She'd been talking about suicide for five years now. All the letter said was 'If you are reading this note right now, then you were wrong Ray.'" Kit couldn't cry. She had to be strong. She was to numb to cry.
"I'm sorry." was all Gordo could manage to say.
"If you need anyone, we are here for you." Miranda included.
"Tia is going to fly over and stay here for a while. Ray went to his uncles. They needed to get away for a while." she said, emotionless. She needed to be alone but was afraid of it at the same time. "I just need to be alone right now."
"We understand." Gordo said.
Kit hugged them both as they left her room, letting themselves out. Kit looked at the bathroom door and traced a finger over her own scars. In order to be strong when Tia got there, she would have to take matters into her own hand. Shakily, she got up from her bed and managed to walk to the sink. She opened her medicine cabinet and pulled out a long, shiny metallic object.
Her release.
She held it between two finger and dragged the sharp object over an old scar. I split open. Blood rushed from the wound and fell in little drops into the clean sink. She put the razor down and turned on the water, watching it mix with her blood and wash away the pain.
"I just forgot my...." when Miranda saw her, she gasped. "Kit! What are you doing?!"
Kit began to openly cry as she slid down the countertop and onto the pristine tiles, holding her bloody wrist. "You can't tell anyone, Rainy." she wept.
"How am I not supposed to tell anyone. Do you want to die?" Miranda grabbed a cloth and wet it. She then opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out some bandages. She slid down next to her friend.
"No, I don't want to die. I just want to get rid of the pain. I need to be strong. I can't cry." Kit's eyes showed pleading and fear.
"Cutting yourself isn't a way to get rid of the pain, Kit. Your friend just died. It's okay to be hurting right now." Miranda reached out and took her friends wounded arm. Carefully she wiped the already drying blood from the wound.
After it was dressed, she led Kit back into her room. "I know you want to be alone right now, but I'll make a deal with you. If you promise not to cut yourself anymore and come to me when times get hard, I won't tell that you cut yourself this time."
"Thanks." Kit said softly.
"But I'm not leaving you right now. It's Saturday, I'll call my mom and tell her I'm sleeping over." Miranda picked up the receiver without waiting for an answer. After she hung up, she looked back at Kit, who was now curled up on her bed, rocking herself.
"I want you to stay here. I don't trust myself." Kit reached out her hand and pulled on Miranda's arm. Miranda carefully lay down next to her new friend and held her. No one had held Kit since she left New York and it was comforting to her. Soon both girls were asleep, tangled in each others arms.
Lizzie walked in circles around the parks walkway. She had been out for twenty minutes, just thinking when a twig behind her snapped. She turned to see Gordo standing there. A worried frown on his face.
"Hey." he sounded depressed.
"What's up?" Lizzie looked at him.
"Kit's friend from New York killed herself last night." Gordo looked down at his hands.
"Wow. That's got to be hard." as much as Lizzie hated Kit right now, if she lost Miranda or Gordo that way, she would be lost. She may not like the girl, but she wasn't cold hearted.
"I just hope that she'll be all right." Gordo sat down on a bench followed by Lizzie.
"You don't think she'll hurt herself, do you?" Lizzie asked.
"I don't know, Lizzie. I don't know her all that well. I've seen the scars on her arms. They all looked fairly old, but I can tell she is a cutter." Gordo sighed softly.
"You care about her a lot." Lizzie looked down at her hands. If Gordo liked Kit, it was her own fault for not telling him she loved him. If she lost him now, there was no one to blame but herself.
"Yeah, I do. I don't know why. I just think that she can open up people's eyes to the truth of the world. She'll teach us all a lot. She's not as bad as you think, Lizzie. You should give her a chance." Gordo had missed Lizzie, but deep down he knew she'd always be there for him. Kit was like a new toy. It may be fun now, but you outgrew it eventually. Lizzie was more like your first teddy bear. It may have been around forever and it may have one eye missing, but it will always be your most prized possession.
"I know I should, Gordo. I just feel like I'm losing my two best friends to her." Lizzie leaned her head on Gordo's shoulder.
"Hey. You will never lose Miranda or me. We love you, Lizzie. No one could replace you. Trust me. You are one in a million." Gordo put an arm around her. This is as close as they had been in a long time. Gordo longed for more but he contained himself.
"I'll try to give Kit a chance. I know if I lost someone who meant a lot to me, I'd need all the friends I could get to help me through it." Lizzie smiled softly.
"That's my girl." Gordo hugged her.
When Miranda woke up she found herself in a strange place. It was pitch black. The only stranger thing was that someone was laying half on top of her. A soft moan was heard when Miranda tried to push the person gently off her. That's when it all came rushing back. Kit.
Miranda craned her neck to look for a clock but couldn't find one. She was about to give up when Kit stirred and sat up.
"Sorry I was laying on you." Kit whispered. She sounded embarrassed.
"It's ok. Lizzie has fallen asleep on me before." Miranda told her.
"It's different for me, Rainy." Kit spoke so softly that Miranda almost hadn't heard her.
"How so?" Miranda asked quietly.
"Never mind. It's close to midnight and I'm hungry." Kit said getting up, leaving Miranda to wonder what she had meant. Sighing, she got up and followed Kit to the kitchen.
The next morning, Miranda was getting out of the shower when she heard Kit's muffled voice talking to someone. Curious, she listened.
"Tia, I mean it. No funny business. There are things they don't know about me yet and I want to keep it that way for a while. It's bad enough that Rainy caught me cutting myself." there was a pause. "No, nothing like that. I just can't lose these friends. They are the only friends I have here in California." there was another short pause. "Look, I have to go Tia. Rainy is going to be out of the shower soon." Miranda felt a little guilty, but her curiosity always got the best of her. "I love you too, Tia. Bye." Miranda heard her hang up and hurried to get dressed.
What was Kit hiding that was bad enough to lose a friend over? Miranda couldn't help but become even more curious.
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PS. I decided to add a little note to RaVeN*NYC:
A player is a player is a player. It doesn't matter if they are black, white, hispanic, asian or any other ethnicity. It doesn't matter if they are from New York, California or even Indonesia. A player is someone who deceives the opposite sex into believing they are charming, honest, loyal and usually in love when it's a total lie just to get the person to sleep with them.
Now there are the people that call themselves players but they are up front about it. They will usually say they are "playing the field" and what not. I can respect someone for that, but a real player will deny being a player and usually get their kicks off of breaking the hearts of unsuspecting, naive people. It wasn't a direct diss at New Yorkers or Cali peeps. It was something said to show Kit's personality or "attitude".