The Memory of Left Behind
Chapter 12
Lizzie woke up and looked around her. She was lying on a hospital bed. At first she was confused, but then a wave of remembrance crashed on to her. She couldn't believe what was going on. She looked at her left arm and pulled the IV out. She felt a short pain but it soon left her. Then she stood up and looked down at herself. She was dressed in jeans and a tank top. Someone must have brought her clothes. Then she looked over at the small table that was next to her bed. According to the small daily calendar she had been in the hospital a day. Lizzie couldn't believe the whirlwind of problems that hade developed around her.
Slowly Lizzie walked out of her room and then wandered around the hall looking at the charts by all of the doors. Finally she found Miranda's room. She slowly pushed the door open and slipped silently through the door. Then she walked towards Miranda. She put her hand on Miranda's and silent tears started to fall. Miranda, the person who wouldn't let anyone get to her, the person who Lizzie had never seen lose strength, she looked down at that person and saw no resemblance. Lying on the hospital bed with thousands of wires running in and out around her, she looked like a shell of the person Lizzie once knew so well. Lizzie grabbed her hand and silently prayed that she would forgive her. Then she saw herself reflecting in one of Miranda's various machines. Lizzie didn't know who she was looking at. Lizzie grimaced; the person that was reflecting looked weak. Ever since the incident Lizzie had prided herself on being strong. Lizzie just shook her head and then looked upwards.
"Why?" she asked to the silent sky. "Why?" she pleaded again. Lizzie loved Caleb but now she wished she had never met him. Then none of this would happen. She couldn't blame him; it wasn't his fault. But all the same she couldn't help but resent him. Lizzie stood up and walked out of Miranda's room closing the door behind her. Then she left. She walked out of the hospital and didn't look back, she couldn't. Lizzie started towards her house. When she had finally arrived she just stood looking at the house. All the memories it held. She admired the house, and how strong it stood. Lizzie turned her head a little and wished she could be more like a house but she knew she never could.
Then as Lizzie walked towards the front door she realized both of the cars were gone. Lizzie silently prayed that meant her parents were gone. "Hello," she said as she walked through the door. Her words echoed in the lifeless house. Lizzie smiled thankful everyone was gone; this would only make things easier. She walked up to her room trying not to look at the pictures of her family.
When she had finally reached her room she worked fast. Trying to get out of that house that held so many memories as quickly as she could. When she had finally finished packing she looked up at all her pictures. She grabbed the one of her family, Miranda, and Gordo and held it closely. Then she ran down the stairs and got out five hundred dollars from the rainy-day jar. Normally she felt guilty taking money from here, but she thought this definitely counted as a rainy day. Then she ran out of the house and towards the bush station.
Lizzie watched the signs on the road and she began to cry when a large sign said, "You are now leaving California, Come back soon." She cried and then held on tightly to her picture. She was doing this for them. Things would be better for everyone if she left. They had to be, they had to.
Author's Note: I am so so sorry. I really am. I am gonna try to make it up to y'all. I will try to push one out every week. But it will probably end up being every other week. But believe me, I am sooooooo sorry. Thanks so much for reading and supporting my story, and please, please, please forgive me.
Chapter 12
Lizzie woke up and looked around her. She was lying on a hospital bed. At first she was confused, but then a wave of remembrance crashed on to her. She couldn't believe what was going on. She looked at her left arm and pulled the IV out. She felt a short pain but it soon left her. Then she stood up and looked down at herself. She was dressed in jeans and a tank top. Someone must have brought her clothes. Then she looked over at the small table that was next to her bed. According to the small daily calendar she had been in the hospital a day. Lizzie couldn't believe the whirlwind of problems that hade developed around her.
Slowly Lizzie walked out of her room and then wandered around the hall looking at the charts by all of the doors. Finally she found Miranda's room. She slowly pushed the door open and slipped silently through the door. Then she walked towards Miranda. She put her hand on Miranda's and silent tears started to fall. Miranda, the person who wouldn't let anyone get to her, the person who Lizzie had never seen lose strength, she looked down at that person and saw no resemblance. Lying on the hospital bed with thousands of wires running in and out around her, she looked like a shell of the person Lizzie once knew so well. Lizzie grabbed her hand and silently prayed that she would forgive her. Then she saw herself reflecting in one of Miranda's various machines. Lizzie didn't know who she was looking at. Lizzie grimaced; the person that was reflecting looked weak. Ever since the incident Lizzie had prided herself on being strong. Lizzie just shook her head and then looked upwards.
"Why?" she asked to the silent sky. "Why?" she pleaded again. Lizzie loved Caleb but now she wished she had never met him. Then none of this would happen. She couldn't blame him; it wasn't his fault. But all the same she couldn't help but resent him. Lizzie stood up and walked out of Miranda's room closing the door behind her. Then she left. She walked out of the hospital and didn't look back, she couldn't. Lizzie started towards her house. When she had finally arrived she just stood looking at the house. All the memories it held. She admired the house, and how strong it stood. Lizzie turned her head a little and wished she could be more like a house but she knew she never could.
Then as Lizzie walked towards the front door she realized both of the cars were gone. Lizzie silently prayed that meant her parents were gone. "Hello," she said as she walked through the door. Her words echoed in the lifeless house. Lizzie smiled thankful everyone was gone; this would only make things easier. She walked up to her room trying not to look at the pictures of her family.
When she had finally reached her room she worked fast. Trying to get out of that house that held so many memories as quickly as she could. When she had finally finished packing she looked up at all her pictures. She grabbed the one of her family, Miranda, and Gordo and held it closely. Then she ran down the stairs and got out five hundred dollars from the rainy-day jar. Normally she felt guilty taking money from here, but she thought this definitely counted as a rainy day. Then she ran out of the house and towards the bush station.
Lizzie watched the signs on the road and she began to cry when a large sign said, "You are now leaving California, Come back soon." She cried and then held on tightly to her picture. She was doing this for them. Things would be better for everyone if she left. They had to be, they had to.
Author's Note: I am so so sorry. I really am. I am gonna try to make it up to y'all. I will try to push one out every week. But it will probably end up being every other week. But believe me, I am sooooooo sorry. Thanks so much for reading and supporting my story, and please, please, please forgive me.