Lizzie opened her eyes. In the room she saw her mom and dad.
"Your awake!" Her mom gasped and huged her.
"Ouch..." She winced in pain."Whats wrong with me?"
"Oh I'm sorry...."Her mom asked her holding her hand.
"You were in an accident and raped. The police are coming by tommorow to ask you some questions."
Lizzie looked at her mother's worried face and at her father. She searched for a clue to what emotion he felt to her. Her next thought was Matt.
"Mom, whats today?" She smeared her words a bit.
"Its May 28th." Her mother replied.
"Oh no..." Lizzie sobbed.
"Whats wrong?" Her father asked with concern.
"If your here then who's at Matt's graduation?" She said between sniffles.
"No one." He said walking in wearing a gown and cap. He through his doploma on Lizzie's lap.
"Matt....we explained this to you!" Their father said.
"Yeah, I know. Poor Lizzie, Poor sweet Lizzie. Can't you see? Can't you see she's a junkie! When she came back from parties why did you ignore it? You know as well as I did what was happening beacuse I could smell it on her breath the next morning!" He yelled as his sister sat in her bed.
"Younge man that is enough!" Their mom yelled.
" No mom...he's right..."Lizzie dried her tears."Mom...will you and dad please leave the room? I think I need to talk to Matt for a minute."
"If you think your strong enough.." Her father pulled her mom out of the room.
"Look Matt. I know we haven't got along most of the time and I haven't been much to look up to..." Lizzie held her brothers hand. In his eyes were anger and pain.
"But starting now right here I'm cleaning up my act." She struggled to not cry.
"Ok. By the way you owe me ten dollars." He snickered.
"Huh?" She gave a look of confusion.
"In the 8th grade you made a bet that I would get ten dollars if I graduated." He said.
"Oh yeah. I'll get it to you soon..." She said yawning.
"Well I can see you need your sleep...again. I'll take mom and dad home if you want so they don't bother you no more." He said.
"Ok bye, Matt." Lizzie said closing her eyes.
When Lizzie woke up again a nurse (or so she thought) was taking her blood pressure.
"Excuse me, but you look familiar...." Lizzie stared at the face. The guy about her age checked the folder.
" Lizzie? Is that you?" The guy asked looking closely.
"I'm Lizzie but I don't know who you are." She said.
"Its me Gordo." Said the guy. "I'm working on this floor."
"Wow. Gordo you look exactly the same but so extremely different." She still remembered him as a 16-year-old.
"Um thanks. So how are you feeling today?" He asked.
"A little shaky. What's wrong with me?" She asked.
"Well you have stitches on your forehead, a broken leg and we found a large amount of drugs in your blood test." He said flipping through her charts.
"All right nurse Gordo..." She said feeling her head and looking under the blanket discovering a cast.
"Actually, I'm doctor in training." He said.
"Ok I only have one more question." She said looking around.
"What?" He asked.
"Where's the remote?" She smiled.
"Aha...here." HE said handing her the remote on top of the TV. "Is that all?"
"Yeah." She said.
"Ok if you need anything just press this." He said pointing to a nurse call button.
"Thanks." She said changing the channels.
She decided to catch the news.
"Last night there was a car chase that ended in death, rape, and attempted murder.
"Wonder who the losers were." Lizzie mumbled.
"At 11:30 a small red car was being chased down the road where it was later cut off at the corner of Rose and Drift Av."
The TV flashed photos of her car smashed and the street.
"From what the police say the drive of the red convertible, Lizzie McGuire, was forced out where she was sedated and raped. Her two friends, Stacie Ramie and Duran Randell, were killed by the impact of the other vehicle."
Lizzie's breathing sped up and tears began to flow. In her mind the words: Death, Rape and Attempted murder flowed through her thoughts and wrapped themselves around her head.
"Your awake!" Her mom gasped and huged her.
"Ouch..." She winced in pain."Whats wrong with me?"
"Oh I'm sorry...."Her mom asked her holding her hand.
"You were in an accident and raped. The police are coming by tommorow to ask you some questions."
Lizzie looked at her mother's worried face and at her father. She searched for a clue to what emotion he felt to her. Her next thought was Matt.
"Mom, whats today?" She smeared her words a bit.
"Its May 28th." Her mother replied.
"Oh no..." Lizzie sobbed.
"Whats wrong?" Her father asked with concern.
"If your here then who's at Matt's graduation?" She said between sniffles.
"No one." He said walking in wearing a gown and cap. He through his doploma on Lizzie's lap.
"Matt....we explained this to you!" Their father said.
"Yeah, I know. Poor Lizzie, Poor sweet Lizzie. Can't you see? Can't you see she's a junkie! When she came back from parties why did you ignore it? You know as well as I did what was happening beacuse I could smell it on her breath the next morning!" He yelled as his sister sat in her bed.
"Younge man that is enough!" Their mom yelled.
" No mom...he's right..."Lizzie dried her tears."Mom...will you and dad please leave the room? I think I need to talk to Matt for a minute."
"If you think your strong enough.." Her father pulled her mom out of the room.
"Look Matt. I know we haven't got along most of the time and I haven't been much to look up to..." Lizzie held her brothers hand. In his eyes were anger and pain.
"But starting now right here I'm cleaning up my act." She struggled to not cry.
"Ok. By the way you owe me ten dollars." He snickered.
"Huh?" She gave a look of confusion.
"In the 8th grade you made a bet that I would get ten dollars if I graduated." He said.
"Oh yeah. I'll get it to you soon..." She said yawning.
"Well I can see you need your sleep...again. I'll take mom and dad home if you want so they don't bother you no more." He said.
"Ok bye, Matt." Lizzie said closing her eyes.
When Lizzie woke up again a nurse (or so she thought) was taking her blood pressure.
"Excuse me, but you look familiar...." Lizzie stared at the face. The guy about her age checked the folder.
" Lizzie? Is that you?" The guy asked looking closely.
"I'm Lizzie but I don't know who you are." She said.
"Its me Gordo." Said the guy. "I'm working on this floor."
"Wow. Gordo you look exactly the same but so extremely different." She still remembered him as a 16-year-old.
"Um thanks. So how are you feeling today?" He asked.
"A little shaky. What's wrong with me?" She asked.
"Well you have stitches on your forehead, a broken leg and we found a large amount of drugs in your blood test." He said flipping through her charts.
"All right nurse Gordo..." She said feeling her head and looking under the blanket discovering a cast.
"Actually, I'm doctor in training." He said.
"Ok I only have one more question." She said looking around.
"What?" He asked.
"Where's the remote?" She smiled.
"Aha...here." HE said handing her the remote on top of the TV. "Is that all?"
"Yeah." She said.
"Ok if you need anything just press this." He said pointing to a nurse call button.
"Thanks." She said changing the channels.
She decided to catch the news.
"Last night there was a car chase that ended in death, rape, and attempted murder.
"Wonder who the losers were." Lizzie mumbled.
"At 11:30 a small red car was being chased down the road where it was later cut off at the corner of Rose and Drift Av."
The TV flashed photos of her car smashed and the street.
"From what the police say the drive of the red convertible, Lizzie McGuire, was forced out where she was sedated and raped. Her two friends, Stacie Ramie and Duran Randell, were killed by the impact of the other vehicle."
Lizzie's breathing sped up and tears began to flow. In her mind the words: Death, Rape and Attempted murder flowed through her thoughts and wrapped themselves around her head.