Title: Lost Without You
Summary: Gordo dies in a hit and run accident and Miranda and Lizzie are left behind. How will the two girls deal with it? Sort of a mourning journey. Please R&R greatly appreciated. Let me know if I should finish it!!!!!!!!!!!
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: this stands for all my chappies, I don't own anything but the storyboard
Author: cka3ka-13
Chapter
1: Broken in Pieces
"Hello?" I said softly into the phone, my
camp counselor scowling angrily at me. We weren't supposed to have
phone calls, much less at three in the morning. No answer. "Hello?
Are you there?" I asked again, shivering in my thin sweatshirt, my
toes curling on the cold floorboards.
"Lizzie?" Miranda's voice, static blaring in my ear, "Lizzie? Something really bad happened. Something really really bad."
My stomach churned nervously and I clutched the phone tighter, cold wind from the woods blowing my blonde hair into my mouth.
"Miranda, what's wrong? Please tell me." My voice was so calm, how could I be so calm? Miranda began to cry, her breaths short and gasping.
"Lizzie…died." The rest of her words were drowned out by more static and I pulled my hair, a nervous habit.
"Miranda, who died?" I asked, my voice hardening. Abbey sat up straighter in her chair, a sympathetic expression on her face as she mouthed the words, "What happened?"
I turned away. "Gordo." Miranda whispered dully, sniffling. "In a car wreck. Hit and run, over by the old playground."
No I thought, tears already threatening to burst from my eyes, No way. I was suddenly acutely aware of everything in the room. How bright the artificial lighting was, the fly crawling up the wall, a small mole at the bottom of Abbey's chin. My body felt numb and dizzy, like it was soaring through air.
"Lizzie?" Miranda asked worriedly, her voice rising anxiously, "Are you there?"
"Yeah." My body had abruptly gravitated back to earth, the flying sensation gone.
Abbey got up and stood beside me, her slim fingers on my shoulders, and I felt a huge desire to shrug her away. This isn't Nice Lizzie. Nice Lizzie wouldn't do that. Only Monster Lizzie. You will not be Monster Lizzie.
"Lizzie? My mom wants to talk to your counselor ok?"
"Ok." I said, my voice a monotone, "Thanks for telling me Miranda."
"Lizzie? Can you please come home? Please? I don't want to be here all alone." Miranda began to cry, hear wrenching sobs emanating from her body.
"I'll try 'Randa. I'll try. Just don't cry ok? Please, please don't cry." The shuffling sound of a telephone being passed on, Mrs. Sanchez' voice, calm and compassionate, speaking in my ear.
"Lizzie? Is your counselor there?" she asked; worry plain in her voice,
"Yeah, her name's Abbey. Just a sec." I passed the phone to Abbey and silently walked out of the building to stand on the porch. The screen door clanged comfortingly in the silence of early morning. The sun was just beginning to rise, the cabins still dark.
Amazing, I thought, my world is shattered and the sun still rises. People still sleep. The door to my cabin opened and Sara and Jacqueline, my cabin mates, crept out of the door and tiptoed towards the woods. Probably to have sex with Ryan and Jared. I thought calmly, watching Sara brush her fingers through her long red hair and apply lip gloss. I thought of Gordo, my boyfriend,. On the first day of camp we had all exchanged pictures of our boyfriends, describing personality quirks and exchanging funny stories. "Ohmygod!" Sara had squealed when I showed her the picture of us at homecoming. "He's so cute!". The picture was propped up on my shelf, where I could run my fingers over us. Me in my white vintage dress, him in a black tuxedo, brown curls askew. I stared into the sky, where rain had begun to fall, soaking my hair and mingling with the fresh tears on my eyelashes.
"Where are you now Gordo?" I whispered into the rain, running my hands through my hair, thinking of the times that you had done that. I could almost taste your lips on mine, I could feel your fingers stroking my hair, feel us falling onto the couch. And then, like a beautiful dream, my vision ended. Abbey stood beside me, wiping rain water off my face. "Are you ok Lizzie?" she asked softly, her brown eyes wide.
Yes Abbey, I'm just peachy. My boyfriend just died in a hit and run accident but I'm fine with that. I'll just go skipping through some wild flowers now of you don't mind…
"Yes Abbey, I'm ok." I answered calmly, flicking at the wood on the porch railing with a fingernail.
"Are you sure?" she asked, tucking her brown hair behind her ear.
No"Yes." I lied. "I have to call my mother Abbey, excuse me." I stepped inside, wringing my hair out on the floor, pulling it into a scrunchie. Depositing the fifty cents I needed for five minutes, I dialed my home phone number. My mom picked up, her voice tired and groggy. "Hello?" she mumbled, coughing and yawning loudly.
"Mom?" I whispered, willing my voice not to crack. " I need to come home."
"Why baby? You still have another two weeks of camp left."
"Gordo died Mom. Miranda needs me. Do you think you could pick me up tomorrow?"
"Lizzie, are you sure?"
"Please?"
"ok. I love you Lizzie. You're a brave girl."
"I love you too Mom."
I hung up the phone, and turned to Abbey. "My mother is coming to pick me up tomorrow so I can go to my boyfriend's funeral. I need to pack up when wake up call comes."
"Lizzie…I'm so sorry that he's dead. If you want to talk about it come to me ok?"
As if! Monster Lizzie snapped cruelly. Fortunatly, nice Lizzie spoke. "Thank you Abbey. Goodnight."
I walked out of the room and back towards my cabin, shielding my hair from the rain as best I could. Tears streaming down my face.
"I'm broken Gordo." I whispered. "Come back please. Put me back together, like you always did. I love you so much." The cabin drew nearer , and I opened the door carefully so I wouldn't disturb the rest of the cabin. Turning on my flashlight, I stared at my homecoming photo, thinking of Gordo and scraping myself raw inside.
