AN: It is amazing what you can come up with when you are just looking around your neighborhood. Well, I sort of had this in mind for a while, so here you go!

Chapter One: Why Am I Dead?

Where am I? Why is everything so dark? I hear someone crying above me and around me. Man, the last thing that I remembered was that I was walking Miley home from the studio, and then I am here in this dark place, or whatever the hell this place is supposed to be. What happened to Miley though? Is she all right? Did the same thing happen to her that happened to me? I wonder if she is still alive at all...

Wait, it is all coming back to me slowly. Someone attacked us while we were walking home. That much I really do remember...

A FEW HOURS EARLIER

Michael was waiting for Miley to come out of the studio so that they could walk home together. He didn't usually do this, but for some reason on this cool evening, something told him that he should come here and walk her home. So there he was, sitting outside of her studio as she finished practicing with her dancers. Michael smiled as he watched her bid farewell to her entourage, and walk over to him smiling that beautiful smile at him.

"Well, it is good to see that you are here waiting on me." Miley smiled at him.

"Of course, I didn't want you to walk home on your own, especially at night." Michael said, walking next to her.

"No really, what is the real reason that you are walking with me." Miley asked stopping in front of him, crossing her arms and looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Because it was the right thing to do?" Michael asked, hoping that would satisfy her, which it didn't, of course.

"Sure kid. Let's go before it gets really dark." Miley said, playfully pinching his cheek.

Michael wondered if he should tell her how he feels about her. Nah, nothing was going to happen, was it? No, nothing was going to happen at all...

Michael and Miley were walking home when Miley stopped, and stood in front of her friend with a smile on her face.

"Really, Michael. You always jump at the opportunity to get some alone time with me. If I didn't know any better I would have thought that you were trying to get me alone so that you can take advantage of me." Miley kidded, poking her male friend with her elbow.

"Really? After the entire time that you know me that is what you think of me?" Michael asked, laughing a little bit.

"Well, what am I supposed to think?" Miley asked him. "Really Michael. I need to know, just what do you really think about me? I really want to know, how do you really feel about me?"

Michael was going to answer, but some unforseen circumstance caused him not to respond. Michael looked up, and saw someone coming at the two of them. Michael didn't think much of the guy, but something told him to keep an eye on this guy.

Michael looked back just in time to see the teen pull a gun out, and point it at Miley. Without thinking twice, Michael jumped in front of the gunshots directed at Miley, taking all of them in his back. The teen ran off, and Miley looked back, seeing Michael fall in a heap on the concrete sidewalk.

"Michael? Michael! MICHAEL!" Miley shrieked, shaking him in an attempt to get him to talk, make any sign that he was still alive. As he laid there, bleeding profusely, Miley held him close, and began to cry even harder at the state of someone she considered to be close and even loved to a certain extent.

The last thing that Michael heard was his friend's frantic shrieks as he slipped into darkness...

PRESENT DAY

Miley was still shaking after what happened to her nearly an hour earlier. Michael was shot right in front of her, and if he hadn't decided to walk home with her, everyone here would be worrying about her living through this. She hated waiting at home while he was fighting for his life in the hospital. Miley could tell that this was going to be a really difficult thing to go through, because he was dying because of him.

"Hey, Miley. How are you feeling?" Jackson asked her.

"Terrible." Miley said, wiping back some tears. "If it wasn't for him caring about me so much, he would be right here with me."

"Look. Everyone knows Michael and he will be able to make it through this, okay?" Jackson said, hugging her as the tears flowed freely at that moment. He didn't know if any of the words that he said were true, but it was better than seeing his sister break down.

Miley broke away, and smiled. She still didn't feel any better, because who knows if Michael is going to pull through?

As I lay here, I can't help but to think about what I was told about my brother a few months earlier. He told me and I quote, 'About the only thing that you can rely on is your own common sense.' Why does that come into my mind as I lay here dying? I have no earthly idea, but I do know this, I will be up, and I will get back to my feet if it is the last thing that I do. I have too many people here that really need me to survive this, and I have to. I just have to.

AN: Okay, just a heads up, I am not 100% sure that this story is going to be over 10 chapters, but it will definitely be at least five, that much is for sure. Any comments or requests? Let me know how to improve this story!