NOTE TO READERS: Ok, bare with me here, yes I know I take WAY too long to
write, and I'm sorry for that. Thanks for those who have stuck by me
through this. I realize I'm coming up on a year for this story, and I'm
going to try desperately hard to finish before then. Well, enjoy.
Randa glanced around the room quickly as she stepped into this world of pain, faces full of distress surrounding her. As she saw Danny huddled over Dave, and Lizzie in tears, she grew angry, despite her better instincts.
"What did you do now!?" Randa yelled, towards her once best friend.
"Don't yell at her!" Matt raged, "Why do you assume its her fault?!"
"Because everything is HER fault. Because everything is ALWAYS about HER." Randa screamed, not taking her eyes off Lizzie, "Isn't that right," adding more cruelty to her last word, "princess!"
"Miranda, don't!" was Dave's only reply.
"Shut up, film boy!" Randa sneered, as she continued, "Every god damn thing has to be about Lizzie, all the fucking time! You would think someone with such a big head, would at least have a big enough brain to know when to consider OTHER people's feelings!"
Lizzie stood there dumbfounded, unsure of where this was headed, and wishing it would never get there. The tears were coming faster, but she didn't even seem to notice. Lizzie wanted to scream at the top of her lungs and rush back to her room, under her blankets and stay there, forever, but she didn't move from that spot.
"Oh, what's this, little Lizzie doesn't understand?" Randa spoke childishly, as if speaking to a 3 year old, but returned to a confident, nasty streak seconds later. "Then let me sum it up for you, plain and simple. It was December 12, 1999, sophomore year."
Lizzie thought for only a moment, and then the date hit her hard. She knew it all to well, but remained silent still.
"Well, that night was our FIRST paying gig. It was a big, no HUGE, deal to me. Yea, it was a small place, and not many people showed up, but you said you would be there, to see me, 'shine' as you said. I should have known it was all an act! Because, you weren't there that night, were you?!"
Lizzie looked down as she shuffled her feet. She knew where she was, but didn't want to relive it. "No." She whispered in defeat.
"That's right. Now where were you?" Lizzie stood silent, not looking up. "Oh, you don't want to share with everyone where you were that night."
"MIRANDA!" Dave yelled, as he jumped up in front of her. "Don't do this now, it wont do any good."
Randa fumed at him, forgetting all others around her, "Oh, stop it Gordo. You always HAD to stick up for her. You think it proved ANY good, that I had to find out from the rumor reel that instead of being there for me, my best friend was at some stupid party, shacking up with some senior! And then when I fucking confront her about it, what does she do..she 'dismisses' me, like all the other popular whores!"
All eyes were on Lizzie now, all eyes except Kate's. She remembered that day all to well. It was her fault; she knew it, as she scratched hard at her scars on her arm, trying to feel the comfort of the pain. Matt saw this, and grabbed her hand, while no one noticed, and laced his fingers in hers, whispering in her ear, "It will be ok, I'm here."
"Miranda, stop. You act as if you were some magnificent friend, yourself!" Dave shrieked as he paced, angrily. "You were a self centered little bitch too, both of you could give a flying fuck about me! All I EVER heard from the both of you was how the other wasn't paying attention to you." Then he spoke with a higher, girlish voice, in order to imitate Miranda and Lizzie. "Oh Gordo, Miranda doesn't pay attention to me anymore. All she cares about is her new boyfriend. Oh Gordo, help me, Lizzie doesn't understand me, she doesn't care anymore." Then he returned to his angry voice, "Both of you had to come running to me when you had a fucking problem, but who did I have to go to, NO ONE!"
Everyone stared at him in fear, even Danny seemed afraid as he backed away. But it didn't matter, really. It was as if the only ones in the room were the three once best friends, everyone else just faded into the background.
Tears began to build up in Dave's eyes as he continued, staring at both Randa and Lizzie, "Do EITHER of you know what I had to deal with that year?! No, of course not, because both of you were too wrapped up in your stupid petty differences to see. Did you even know that my parents were having problems?! Or that my dad moved out, they got a fucking divorce. I haven't seen him in over 2 years, but do you guys care.NO."
"Gordo?" Lizzie placed her hand on his shoulder, to comfort..
"Don't touch me!" The tears were multiplying, as he pulled away, "Neither of you give a damn about me. You never have, you never will!"
With that Dave rushed out in tears, slamming the door hard behind him.
Silence overcame the room, and one by one everyone left. Randa left moments after Dave, not speaking to a soul, and Danny did the same, only seconds later. Jo retreated back to her chair in front of the television, staring into space, unfilled with emotions. Matt walked Kate to her car, and then headed upstairs to his room to contemplate tonight's events, as he always did, running back and forth in his head what had happened, thinking that things could have, WOULD have, been different if he had done this or that differently.
Lizzie walked ever so slowly to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. She escaped into the covers, wishing to be let free from all of this. It was her fault; she knew it was. So many people's lives were cursed from simply by knowing her. No one deserved the pain from having met her previously, and those tonight, were even worse off because at one point they actually cared about her. She didn't deserve people to care about her. Lizzie cried herself asleep, wishing she could end everyone's pain. Right before her eyes fluttered into the darkness of sleep, she looked down, to the baby still inside her and whispered, "You deserve so much more, I'm sorry."
Randa glanced around the room quickly as she stepped into this world of pain, faces full of distress surrounding her. As she saw Danny huddled over Dave, and Lizzie in tears, she grew angry, despite her better instincts.
"What did you do now!?" Randa yelled, towards her once best friend.
"Don't yell at her!" Matt raged, "Why do you assume its her fault?!"
"Because everything is HER fault. Because everything is ALWAYS about HER." Randa screamed, not taking her eyes off Lizzie, "Isn't that right," adding more cruelty to her last word, "princess!"
"Miranda, don't!" was Dave's only reply.
"Shut up, film boy!" Randa sneered, as she continued, "Every god damn thing has to be about Lizzie, all the fucking time! You would think someone with such a big head, would at least have a big enough brain to know when to consider OTHER people's feelings!"
Lizzie stood there dumbfounded, unsure of where this was headed, and wishing it would never get there. The tears were coming faster, but she didn't even seem to notice. Lizzie wanted to scream at the top of her lungs and rush back to her room, under her blankets and stay there, forever, but she didn't move from that spot.
"Oh, what's this, little Lizzie doesn't understand?" Randa spoke childishly, as if speaking to a 3 year old, but returned to a confident, nasty streak seconds later. "Then let me sum it up for you, plain and simple. It was December 12, 1999, sophomore year."
Lizzie thought for only a moment, and then the date hit her hard. She knew it all to well, but remained silent still.
"Well, that night was our FIRST paying gig. It was a big, no HUGE, deal to me. Yea, it was a small place, and not many people showed up, but you said you would be there, to see me, 'shine' as you said. I should have known it was all an act! Because, you weren't there that night, were you?!"
Lizzie looked down as she shuffled her feet. She knew where she was, but didn't want to relive it. "No." She whispered in defeat.
"That's right. Now where were you?" Lizzie stood silent, not looking up. "Oh, you don't want to share with everyone where you were that night."
"MIRANDA!" Dave yelled, as he jumped up in front of her. "Don't do this now, it wont do any good."
Randa fumed at him, forgetting all others around her, "Oh, stop it Gordo. You always HAD to stick up for her. You think it proved ANY good, that I had to find out from the rumor reel that instead of being there for me, my best friend was at some stupid party, shacking up with some senior! And then when I fucking confront her about it, what does she do..she 'dismisses' me, like all the other popular whores!"
All eyes were on Lizzie now, all eyes except Kate's. She remembered that day all to well. It was her fault; she knew it, as she scratched hard at her scars on her arm, trying to feel the comfort of the pain. Matt saw this, and grabbed her hand, while no one noticed, and laced his fingers in hers, whispering in her ear, "It will be ok, I'm here."
"Miranda, stop. You act as if you were some magnificent friend, yourself!" Dave shrieked as he paced, angrily. "You were a self centered little bitch too, both of you could give a flying fuck about me! All I EVER heard from the both of you was how the other wasn't paying attention to you." Then he spoke with a higher, girlish voice, in order to imitate Miranda and Lizzie. "Oh Gordo, Miranda doesn't pay attention to me anymore. All she cares about is her new boyfriend. Oh Gordo, help me, Lizzie doesn't understand me, she doesn't care anymore." Then he returned to his angry voice, "Both of you had to come running to me when you had a fucking problem, but who did I have to go to, NO ONE!"
Everyone stared at him in fear, even Danny seemed afraid as he backed away. But it didn't matter, really. It was as if the only ones in the room were the three once best friends, everyone else just faded into the background.
Tears began to build up in Dave's eyes as he continued, staring at both Randa and Lizzie, "Do EITHER of you know what I had to deal with that year?! No, of course not, because both of you were too wrapped up in your stupid petty differences to see. Did you even know that my parents were having problems?! Or that my dad moved out, they got a fucking divorce. I haven't seen him in over 2 years, but do you guys care.NO."
"Gordo?" Lizzie placed her hand on his shoulder, to comfort..
"Don't touch me!" The tears were multiplying, as he pulled away, "Neither of you give a damn about me. You never have, you never will!"
With that Dave rushed out in tears, slamming the door hard behind him.
Silence overcame the room, and one by one everyone left. Randa left moments after Dave, not speaking to a soul, and Danny did the same, only seconds later. Jo retreated back to her chair in front of the television, staring into space, unfilled with emotions. Matt walked Kate to her car, and then headed upstairs to his room to contemplate tonight's events, as he always did, running back and forth in his head what had happened, thinking that things could have, WOULD have, been different if he had done this or that differently.
Lizzie walked ever so slowly to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. She escaped into the covers, wishing to be let free from all of this. It was her fault; she knew it was. So many people's lives were cursed from simply by knowing her. No one deserved the pain from having met her previously, and those tonight, were even worse off because at one point they actually cared about her. She didn't deserve people to care about her. Lizzie cried herself asleep, wishing she could end everyone's pain. Right before her eyes fluttered into the darkness of sleep, she looked down, to the baby still inside her and whispered, "You deserve so much more, I'm sorry."
