Miranda hadn't shown up at Lizzie's house today. We were all supposed to meet up and just, hang. But, Miranda wasn't there and I knew something was wrong. She was obviously upset about last night. I didn't know she would take it so badly. I wish that right now I hadn't broken up with Miranda because then I wouldn't feel like shit inside.

"I can't believe Miranda is not here yet. I called her nearly an hour ago." Lizzie stated.

I looked away. I didn't want Lizzie to see my guilty face.

"It's no fun if both of you aren't here." Lizzie said.

"Yeah. Um, maybe I should go." I said.

With that, I ran out of Lizzie's house as fast as possible and straight to Miranda's house.



I rang the doorbell and Mrs. Sanchez answered the door.

"Hello David. I'm sorry but Miranda really doesn't want to see anyone now." Mrs. Sanchez said.

"I understand that but I need to see her. Seriously. I think that she's in danger from herself."



All of a sudden, I heard a loud gunshot. I knew where it came from. I knew who shot the gun. I pushed Mrs. Sanchez out of the way and ran straight up to Miranda's bedroom. I opened the door and saw Miranda's lifeless body sprawled out on her bed.

Her mother and father ran upstairs soon after I did. I looked over and saw her mother fall on the ground to her knees just like Miranda did last night.



Her father ran to the telephone to call the police, as I slowly walked over to Miranda. I could not believe that this had happened. I couldn't believe Miranda could do this.

Close to her body was a suicide note. It said:

Dear Everyone,

I'm sorry. I can not live any longer in this world. My life is meaningless. Gordo, Lizzie, Mom, Dad…I'm truly sorry. I can't live knowing that Gordo does not love me, but rather, that he loves Lizzie. Lizzie, I should have told you that I was seeing Gordo but it doesn't make a difference now. He does not love me like I love him and even more, he loves you. Mom, Dad, I know you will be sad but this is for the best. I just can't live with this pain any longer.

Miranda



The police later said that she stole the gun from her father's closet.

I didn't know that she was on anti-depressants. Apparently, she hadn't been taking them for a while. Me giving her drugs didn't make it any better.

I feel so guilty now. If I had just been honest with her from the beginning, none of this would have happened. If I had just told her how I felt about Lizzie from the beginning, would she have gotten so depressed? Would she hate me so much?

I don't know but right now, all I can see are tears. And I know they're my fault. Miranda, I'm sorry.