I woke up at 11:25 a.m. I laid in bed staring at the ceiling and thinking about Miranda. I couldn't stop thinking about where she was and how she was and how her family is holding up to her not moving or saying a word. She just stares at nothing all day. I couldn't stand that. I lost my best friend. I couldn't even go visit to where ever she was since I'm on house arrest. I got out of bed and quickly went into the bathroom. I didn't wanna bump into anyone right now. I'm not ready to confront anyone yet. I looked at myself in the mirror for 2 minutes. I just examined my face and the messed up makeup on it. Then I showered and brushed my teeth, went to my room cunningly and put on gray sweatpants and one of my brother's T-Shirts. I always wore his T-Shirts when I missed him. I loved the fact that no matter how many times I washed it, it still smelled like his favorite cologne. My brother and I never got along. We practically hated each other but after the first month he was gone I couldn't help but face the fact that I wouldn't see him for a while. At least it's not forever.
I didn't wanna bump into my parents yet but I was hungry so I went downstairs to make breakfast. When I got to the kitchen my dad was already making something.
"Good morning hun," he said. "I'm making your favorite breakfast dish." He had a grin on his face. I felt bad that I couldn't smile back. "Your mother told me about last night. I know you might not want to hear or talk about it but I just want you to know that whenever you're ready to talk about anything you can come to us." I sat at the breakfast table. It annoyed me a little that he was talking about it. This is why I didn't wanna see anyone but I understand why he's doing it.
He placed a plate of French toast smothered in Syrup, just the way I like it, in front of me. I gave him a small smile. I wish I could thank him. "You're welcome, sweetheart." He said and kissed my forehead. It's kind of like he could read my mind. I'm actually kind of glad now that my dad made me breakfast and was talking to me even though I haven't said anything. He went to watch the news in the living room. I had forgotten today was Saturday, June 10th and I didn't have school anymore. Thank heavens. But then I heard last night's incident on tv. Oh my God. Now everyone knows about it. Could all this just get any worse? I sure hope not. I forced myself to ignore whatever the news lady was saying.
"Good morning." My mother said entering the house from outside. "Nice to see you up Liz." I was surprised she arrived home. I thought she was upstairs.
"Hey, honey." My dad said switching the channel to animal planet.
"Liz, it is so like you to wear sweatpants on a summer day." She said as she walked towards me and gave me a hug. I hugged her back. Even though I wasn't talking to my parents I didn't want them thinking I was pushing them away. I was relieved they understood that I wasn't ready to talk to anyone. "Elizabeth, when you're done eating I wanna talk to you for a second. Okay?" I nodded my head and continued eating. I sure hope she's not gonna ask me about last night.
When I was done eating I washed my dish and met up with my mom in her room. She was putting away winter clothes in a box and putting summer clothes in her closet. "I know you may not wanna talk just yet but I want you to listen." She sat down on her bed and motioned me to join her so I did. "But I went to talk to Joanna McFinney today to ask about Miranda." I was so shocked by this. I almost asked her to repeat that sentence again. "Miranda is at a mental institution. Her parents are visiting her everyday. Her mother spends most of her free time with Miranda. You know when she's not at the office working. I'm so sorry Liz." I didn't wanna hear this anymore. I burst into tears. My mother tried hugging me but I couldn't be there. I ran into my room, locked the door, and listened to music on my phone. I disconnected myself from the world. Except I got a text right then from an unknown number. It read, "Hey, Elizabeth." I didn't know who it was and I didn't care. I just wanted to be alone.
