Miley's last words to Lilly.
Yes this story is essentially Liley, though potentially onesided. Another style I'm attempting. As always, review and let me know what you think. LILEY FOREVER BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
A/N Alright guys here's the deal. After months and months of agonizing over this story, I have decided that it WILL be continued. How far will it be continued? That will depend on the next chapter, which could be the last, and you're reviews. At this point there is no solid writing just verse, because I'm trying to keep Miley distant until Lilly makes her move...which will be...? I dunno, guess you'll have to read the next chapter, ha!
Dislcaimer: I do NOT own Hannah Montana or it's characters. I am borrowing them from Disney for the purpose of this story.
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Dear Lilly,
I have to tell you I'm sorry. I made you're mother yell at you, and hit you, and hate who you are. Because of me you had to move 3000 miles away, and it's because of me we haven't seen each other in 365 days.
It used to be I knew exactly what you were thinking, but now I have no idea what's going on in you're life.
Have I caused you pain, have I ruined you're life?
Or is everything better now that I'm gone?
If it is than I'm glad, you didn't deserve what you went through.
But I have to let you know that I'm hurting too.
I've been eaten alive by this guilt,
and this love.
I can't sleep at night,
I haven't eaten today,
and I think God hates me,
so I can't even pray.
Did you're Mamma tell you what my Daddy told me?
Am I really going to Hell, just for being me?
That's pretty messed up, you have to admit.
I get beat up at school
for being who I am.
In my own family
I question where I stand.
Daddy won't speak to me,
just like you.
And my brother doesn't know,
how to look at me anymore.
So where do I go from here,
when I don't feel like I'm here.
Too detached from a world,
where nobody cares.
I'm a graduate but I didn't
think of school.
And Hannah has fallen,
into the hands of fans so cruel.
I could join the army,
but I don't think they like my kind.
And you're in New York,
and you won't speak you're mind,
or anything else to me.
So I can't ask you for help,
though I guess I am by writing this letter.
The only hope I have is that you're life is better,
now than it ever was with me.
Don't show you're mama this letter,
don't make her feel bad,
though I doubt she would.
Even though she should.
Hey Lilly?
What would you do if I died?
What would you say,
if I told you I was sick?
Would you lie?
And come back here to be with me,
and tell me you love me,
even when I can see that you don't
anymore?
And how could you?
After all loving me brought you down.
I can't say this enough,
I still don't know exactly what I did,
but I swear I didn't mean to hurt you.
I didn't mean for our parents to find out,
or for them to hate you, and me.
But you need to see,
I still love you, so do you love me?
Lilly, you have to know…
I'm dying.
You probably don't care,
but I need to do this for me.
Tie up loose ends (though you're much more than that),
apologize and say goodbye,
and maybe get some closure.
And I don't want to waste
the doctors precious time,
and money when they say nothing will help.
So I'm going to do it myself.
Stop dragging it out,
and finally step out of everyone's way.
It might be tomorrow, or a week, or a month.
Whenever I feel that enough is enough.
I promise that the intention of this letter,
isn't to make you feel guilty or bad.
It's simply my last word, my goodbye.
I suppose it's better you broke it off,
Now it won't hurt you too badly
If at all.
And if you still love me,
don't think I don't have faith in you're love.
I'm only trying not to let myself hope,
for the pretty much impossible.
Lead an good life Lilly,
love a good man.
Have lots of children,
and know where you stand.
Do what you love,
not what you're pushed to do,
and love every day,
like I've forgotten to do.
All I ever wanted was for you to be happy.
Even if it couldn't be with me.
This cancer is eating me,
from the inside out.
There's nothing left for me here,
I have no doubt.
If I could have one last wish,
it would be to see you one last time.
As I close this letter and
write you're address,
I hope you won't ever forget what we had.
And just to make sure
you know what I mean,
I've enclosed,
you're old promise ring.
Do you know how I felt,
when you gave it back to me?
I wished you'd have kept it,
so please do this time.
The one you gave me,
has left my finger not once,
and I hope they will leave it,
with me when I'm burned.
I have only three things to say now,
1) don't ever cry for me.
2) I promise I'll love you forever, even as I burn in hell for what I am.
(at least everyone tells me that's what to expect)
3) Please tell Daddy and Jackson that hopefully I'll be with Mama, and wherever I end up, I'll be happy.
I love you Lilly, always will.
Forever only yours,
Miley