~MILEY POV~

It's been 7 months since my…accident. 7 months since my life took a turn for the worst, and it's completely my fault. Nothing has been the same since….

*FLASHBACK*

"Miley, hurry up! Thor and I need to leave in 5 minutes, and if you aren't ready by then we're leaving and you have to drive yourself!" I groaned as I heard Jackson's annoying voice telling me to hurry and finish getting ready. "Chill out! This is the biggest party of the year and Hannah has to look her better than Mikayla", I shouted back at him. Silly boy, doesn't he understand that looks are everything? Who cares if I sing better than her (which I do), I still have to look better than Mikayla.

When I finish getting my wig and makeup on, I step out of the bathroom and tell Jackson that I'm ready to go. Hearing nothing in reply, I slowly walk into the living room while calling out for him once again. "Jackson?" Getting nothing in response, I run to the drive way only to see Jackson's car gone. That idiot! I though he was joking when he said he had to leave in 5 minutes!

Seeing no other choice, I quickly grab my keys and get into my beautiful brand new car. I hate driving it; I hate the thought of it driving on dirty and crowded roads. I shudder at the thought. Just like me, my car is perfect. No flaws and it catches the eye of everyone that sees it. Just. Like. Me.

I turn the car on and back out of the driveway. Looking at the clock and seeing that I only have a few minutes left to get the party before I go from being "fashionably late" to just being a diva makes me drive a little bit faster. Getting closer to the highway, I turn up my music as loud as I can and start getting pumped for the party. I sing along to MY song playing on the radio and smirk to myself as I realize that it's my second song that has been played on the radio since I've left the house, with not one mention of Mikayla.

Ha, Mikayla. What a joke. Who does she think she is, trying to be better than Hannah Montana? No one, NO ONE, is better than me. Grabbing my Hannah phone, I laugh to myself as I send Mikayla a text message ridiculing her. Not expecting a reply, I flinch in surprise when my cell vibrates. "1 unread text from Mik-loser", I say to myself as I open her message. I scan her reply and as soon as I finish I become consumed with anger. How dare she call me ugly? As far as I'm concerned, I am the most beautiful person on the entire planet! Searing with rage, I don't see the pick-up truck in the lane next to me making an attempt to merge into my lane. I press down hard on the gas pedal in an attempt to get to the party so I can teach Mikayla what happens when she disses the one and only ME.

Blinded by my anger, my car surges forward as I stomp on the gas pedal. The next few seconds changed my life forever. I feel a huge bump and watch as the front of my car gets crushed inward and my windshield shatters. I feel an intense pain in my right lane, but ignore it as I watch the pick-up spin out of control and hit my car. As my car and the truck slowly stop tumbling and end up the ditch next to the highway, I feel absolute horror consume me as I see what has happened to the truck. It's completely mangled and I start to feel sick as I realize that there is no way that the driver and anyone else that is inside could possibly have survived. I try to get out of my car but I realize that I'm crushed between the dashboard and my seat. I look around in an attempt to find someone to help me. Laying my eyes on the truck once again, I almost vomit as I recognize the truck. "Jackson", I call out feebly, right before I black out."

*END OF FLASHBACK*

Tears slide down my face as I recall that horrible night. My dad says he forgives me, but I doubt that. He doesn't know what caused the accident that took the life of his son. Not only that, but also the life of Thor. What would he do if he knew my vanity killed his only son?

Oh, and Hannah Montana? She's done, career ruined. No one wants to see her at all, not after reading and hearing about how she caused a car accident that took to lives. Mikayla got what she wanted; all of my fans stopped being devoted to me and transferred their obsession to her. Tears begin fall out at a more rapid rate.

Struggling to get out of bed, I hear my dad come running up the stairs as he hears me. "Miley? What's wrong, do you want me to get you something?", my dad calls out as he bursts into my room. Glaring up at him from my new position on the floor, I tell him through gritted teeth to get out of my room. "Leave. You can't help me. I can do this myself. I can walk, don't you dare doubt me." Instantly regretting my harsh words, my eyes soften as I hate myself even more for still being vain. Daddy quickly walks toward me, and engulfs me in a hug like no other. We both cry together for out pain, he cries for losing his son and having a shell of his former daughter, and I cry for his pain and my pain of knowing that I can't even walk and that I murdered two innocent people.

"It's okay Bud. You'll walk again. Just keep going to therapy and you'll learn how to control your right leg again and get it in sync with your left leg", my dad somehow manages to say through his tears. Hearing his words only makes me cry harder. "I can't daddy, I can't! It hurts too much" I sob to him. After what seems like hours and probably was, we eventually stop crying. He helps me get into my bed again and tells me he's making my favorite meal. Giving him a fake smile, I roll over and pretend to sleep and try to make the pain go away.

AN: So, did you like it? Reviews are greatly appreciated, both good and bad! I already have the next chapter written, so I'll post that sometime tomorrow. On a side note, Hannah Montana is on Netflix. Of course I figure that out right before school starts. Anyway, school starts Monday (FML), but that shouldn't get in the way of my writing. Have a good day, and review please!