Part Ten:
Miranda lay awake in bed that night, feeling more depressed then she'd ever felt in her life. She thought she heard a tap at the window...just a branch, she told herself.
But the taps became more frequent. Finally, after about ten taps, Miranda went to the window and looked down...
And saw Brenda standing in her yard.
Miranda opened the window. "Mira, get your ass down here!" Brenda commanded. Miranda snuck out the back door and met Brenda in the yard.
"Brenda, I-"
Brenda pulled her girlfriend in a tight hug, sobbing. "Oh, God, Mira! I'm so sorry! I can't believe I said that to you!" Miranda wasn't sure what to say. Brenda pulled away and looked into her girlfriend's eyes. "So...do you want me to tell you what's been going on?"
"Yeah, okay..."
They sat down on Miranda's back porch, and Brenda launched into her story: "I guess it began when my dad got sick...a couple of years ago. I wasn't really sure what to do, you know? I didn't know how to deal." She looked at Miranda, who just blinked, and she continued, "Well, I was a little overweight at the time, and...I guess I took my frustration and stuff out on that."
Miranda could understand that. She remembered being under pressure, and trying to deal with it with a "diet". But she also knew that Brenda's was a lot more serious.
"It was under control...at first. My mom and brother didn't really notice my weight change, since they were busy taking care of Dad. I was getting worse and worse, and nobody even noticed." Tears filled her eyes. "Mostly I starved myself, but sometimes I threw up."
Miranda took her hand and squeezed it. Brenda gave her a weak smile. "After my dad died, and we moved here, it just got worse. I...I'm really sick, Mira. If I don't get help, I could die."
"I'm so sorry that this all happened to you," Miranda croaked out. Her throat felt blocked. "I want you to get the help you need. But I'm really going to miss you."
"If I get better fast, I should be back by the end of the school year," Brenda said, hope sparking in her eyes. "I don't wanna leave you, though..."
"I'll write to you everyday. I promise."
"You'll wait for me?" Brenda couldn't seem to believe it.
Miranda rolled her eyes. "Who eles am I gonna go out with? Lizzie?" Brenda laughed, and they hugged.
Brenda stood up. "My mom knows that I came, but she said I couldn't be gone for too long. I'll...I'll call you before I leave."
"Okay." Miranda stood up, and they kissed.
Brenda frowned. "Shit. I'm gonna have to take out my tongue ring." Miranda laughed, and offered to pay for her to get it repierced when she recovered. Brenda pulled her into one last hug. "I love you, Mira."
"I love you, too, Brenda."
Brenda smiled weakly again, and walked away. Miranda watched as her blue-haired girlfriend disapeared into the darkness of the cold Febuary night. "Goodbye, Brenda Blue," she whispered.
The End.
*Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed my story! If there's enough demand, I'll work on a sequal. Thanks again!
Miranda lay awake in bed that night, feeling more depressed then she'd ever felt in her life. She thought she heard a tap at the window...just a branch, she told herself.
But the taps became more frequent. Finally, after about ten taps, Miranda went to the window and looked down...
And saw Brenda standing in her yard.
Miranda opened the window. "Mira, get your ass down here!" Brenda commanded. Miranda snuck out the back door and met Brenda in the yard.
"Brenda, I-"
Brenda pulled her girlfriend in a tight hug, sobbing. "Oh, God, Mira! I'm so sorry! I can't believe I said that to you!" Miranda wasn't sure what to say. Brenda pulled away and looked into her girlfriend's eyes. "So...do you want me to tell you what's been going on?"
"Yeah, okay..."
They sat down on Miranda's back porch, and Brenda launched into her story: "I guess it began when my dad got sick...a couple of years ago. I wasn't really sure what to do, you know? I didn't know how to deal." She looked at Miranda, who just blinked, and she continued, "Well, I was a little overweight at the time, and...I guess I took my frustration and stuff out on that."
Miranda could understand that. She remembered being under pressure, and trying to deal with it with a "diet". But she also knew that Brenda's was a lot more serious.
"It was under control...at first. My mom and brother didn't really notice my weight change, since they were busy taking care of Dad. I was getting worse and worse, and nobody even noticed." Tears filled her eyes. "Mostly I starved myself, but sometimes I threw up."
Miranda took her hand and squeezed it. Brenda gave her a weak smile. "After my dad died, and we moved here, it just got worse. I...I'm really sick, Mira. If I don't get help, I could die."
"I'm so sorry that this all happened to you," Miranda croaked out. Her throat felt blocked. "I want you to get the help you need. But I'm really going to miss you."
"If I get better fast, I should be back by the end of the school year," Brenda said, hope sparking in her eyes. "I don't wanna leave you, though..."
"I'll write to you everyday. I promise."
"You'll wait for me?" Brenda couldn't seem to believe it.
Miranda rolled her eyes. "Who eles am I gonna go out with? Lizzie?" Brenda laughed, and they hugged.
Brenda stood up. "My mom knows that I came, but she said I couldn't be gone for too long. I'll...I'll call you before I leave."
"Okay." Miranda stood up, and they kissed.
Brenda frowned. "Shit. I'm gonna have to take out my tongue ring." Miranda laughed, and offered to pay for her to get it repierced when she recovered. Brenda pulled her into one last hug. "I love you, Mira."
"I love you, too, Brenda."
Brenda smiled weakly again, and walked away. Miranda watched as her blue-haired girlfriend disapeared into the darkness of the cold Febuary night. "Goodbye, Brenda Blue," she whispered.
The End.
*Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed my story! If there's enough demand, I'll work on a sequal. Thanks again!
