A/N: If this chapter sucks extremely, it's because I'm in the worst mood in the world right now. I'm sorry if it doesn't make too much sense or whatever. Here's Chapter 10.

MIRANDA'S POV

When I heard the knock on the door, I was planning on ignoring it. I mean, I wasn't in the mood to be speaking to anyone… Basically, the only person I'd open up the door for was Hayden Christensen, and of course, I knew that it wasn't HIM at the door. I don't know why, but I got up from my spot on the sofa, where I was currently trying to come up with ways to lose a little weight, and trudged to the door. I wish I could say that when I opened it, I saw Hayden Christensen, but, no, I saw… Lizzie and Gordo… oh goody. That was JUST what I needed…

I stared at the ground. "What do you want?"

Gordo looked a bit insulted. "That's all you have to say to your two best friends?"

I looked up at him, and saw that his fingers were interlocked with Lizzie's… Okay.. Now they had my attention. I sighed. "Yes, Gordo, that is all I have to say."

I saw Lizzie gaping at my arms, which were covered with cuts, both old and new, and scars. "What have you done to yourself?" she whispered. She didn't look too good. Her face was very pale, and was breathing really fast and she looked like she was losing her balance. Gordo put his arm around her shoulders, steadying her. He whispered something in her hear, and whatever it was, it calmed her down.

I rolled my eyes. "What I do and don't do really isn't any of your fucking business."

Now even Gordo looked concerned… but more than that, he looked angry. "Lizzie hasn't done a single thing to you, so why are you giving her such a hard time?"

I looked at him, narrowing my eyes. "She should mind her own business. She's nosy."

"She's not being nosy, Miranda, she's just trying to be your friend. What's wrong with that?"

"Everything." I replied, slamming the door in their faces.

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Did I feel bad? Yes. Did I care? Maybe a little bit. Did I want to call both of them and invite them over, just like old times? Yes. I wanted that more than anything in the world. I glanced at my cut up arms. Maybe they could even help me to get over this cutting thing I was doing. I reached for the phone, and decided to dial Gordo's number instead of Lizzie's. He hated me less.

I dialed, and immediately, I heard the phone ring, and a second later, someone picked up.

"Hello?" It was Gordo.

My eyes filled with tears of joy, sadness, anger, confusion, fear and despair. I didn't say anything. For some reason I was scared.

"Miranda?" he asked.

I said nothing. I remained silent. I wanted to talk, but it was almost like I couldn't. I just couldn't get the words out.

"I know it's you, Miranda. We have Caller ID."

I sank to the floor, and just began sobbing. I was beyond the point of comprehending anything Gordo said to me. I just sat there and cried.

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The next thing I remember was waking up, and not knowing where I was. My heart pounded with fear, and I became dizzy.

"Where am I?" I called out meekly.

My mom walked in, her face tear-stained. "I was so worried about you, Miranda." she said, grasping my hand.

My question hadn't been answered. "Where am I?" I repeated.

"You're in the hospital."

"Why?"

She looked at me. "Because of a problem you've been having, and because when Gordo came over to see what was wrong with you, you were collapsed on the floor. Luckily for you, he called up the nearest hospital, and the rest is history."

"Where is Gordo?" I asked. I basically owed my life to this kid.

"He's with Lizzie. She took your being in the hospital pretty bad, apparently." my mother sighed, shaking her head.

"Can I call them and ask them to come? I really have to talk to them." I was desperate.

She looked unsure. "I don't know, Miranda, I mean-"

"Mom! This is IMPORTANT!"

"Fine, but don't do anything to upset Lizzie."

I reached for the phone, only to have her grab it out of my hands.

"I'm calling." she said, starting to dial.