Disclaimer: Copyrights reserved. I do not own Hannah Montana, Miley Cyrus, Billy Ray Cyrus, Emily Osment, Jason Earles - etcetc. Hannah Montana does not belong to me either.

Warning: Femslash. Depressing. Cussing. Later on in the story, sexual.

- Prologue

My dry eyes stared at the phone, as my sweaty hand trembled. The phone slipped out of my hand, and I barely noticed. I'm slipping into a darkness that I can't seem to get away from. My dad's words were repeating in my head. 'She's dead, Miles.' My mind was a broken record. I could hear my dad screaming on the other line, asking if I'm all right. It's all a lie. My mom can't be dead. A couple months ago, she was so healthy. Memories of her genuine smile, and her loving arms holding me passed through my mind. And thats when it hit me. She'll never sing to me again. She'll never hold me in her arms again. She's gone. And she's gone forever. And it happened. Tears poured over my eyelids and I could only see dark. I tried taking deep breaths, but I couldn't seem to breathe. "God, why did you take her away from me? I hate you!" I screamed, falling onto the floor and curled up in a ball while the tears keep flowing. She's gone, she's gone, she's gone. Forever. Why me? Why my family? This was the last thing we needed right now. I can imagine my daddy's broken heart, and my brothers blank emotion. Everything was slipping away from me slowly. I couldn't control it. I keep screaming, hoping the pain will go away. Bring her back to me. I want my mom back. She can't be gone.

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Buzzing. That's all I could hear. This loud buzzing and it wouldn't stop. Buzz, buzz, buzz. I try to clear my throat, but I just end up in a coughing fit. I force my eyes open, waking up from a deep sleep. It was a dream, wasn't it? A horrible, horrible dream. I notice I'm in the corner of my room on the floor, and realize this was no dream. The buzzing is continuing and my patience level is growing less and less. "Dammit." I mumble, searching for the source. I find my phone on my bed, underneath the sheets. Jackson. 35 missed calls. "Fuck me!" I curse outloud, and instantly the phone starts buzzing again. I answer this time, forcing the words to come out.

"Jackson." I whisper, barely. If I said anything else, the tears would flow again. I'm too weak to cry. I just want to curl up and sleep forever. Be with my mommy.

"Miley.. she's gone." Jackson sobbed into the phone line, and my heart stopped beating. Jackson never shows emotion. I don't know what to say, so I just stay quiet listening to his cries. My heart breaks more, if even possible. "Why us, Miles? Why mom? Couldn't of God chosen someone else who deserved it? Not an angel like momma. That's why He wanted her, Miles. He had an angel missing up there, and he couldn't bare it any longer." Once again, the tears start pouring down my face and my cries are loud. I hear jackson sigh. "Gosh, I'm sorry. You're worse than I am. I didn't.. Miles, are you at home?"

I take in a very long and deep breath before pushing out a "Yes." He stayed quiet, obviously waiting for me to say something else. I searched my mind for things to say, but every thought just came back to my mom. God, mommy.. Why'd you have to leave? I begin to cry again. "Jackson, God doesn't love me."

"Why in the world would you say that?" Jackson sounded appauled. How could he? He should understand. Why doesn't he?

"He took the only thing in life that made me happy away from me. He doesn't want me to be happy. He hates me. Well if so, I hate you too, God. You bastard!" I yelled into the phone, crying and screaming. I knew Jackson wouldn't like this. Oh well. He has to deal. I hate myself. It's all my fault. God hates me so he took her away from me, to punish me.

"God loves you. He wants mom watching over you. As an angel." He reassured me. Bullshit. It didn't help. I hung up the phone, and continued crying. I cried until I couldn't even feel anything anymore. I stare at the ceiling, and then look to the wall. All over are pictures plastered of me and her. She was beautiful. Why couldn't i have that beauty? She took my breath away. Maybe she was an angel. I tried to get up out of bed, but my body was too weak. I lay there for what seemed like hours. I cried and slept. I wasn't keeping track of time. Daddy or Jackson hasn't been home yet, they've been at the hospital getting things organized for the funeral already. Oh god, my moms having a funeral. Tears burned my eyes, and there I was thinking I didn't have any bodily fluids left in me..

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"We're moving to California." My daddy tells me, like nothing in the world is wrong. "Pack your bags, bud. We're leaving today. I already bought us a nice house over there. Right on the beach. You'll love it, Miley." It's been two weeks since mommy died.. And the house had an empty feeling to it. My friends whom I thought were my friends, shrugged it off and said I'm sorry. They don't understand why I'm so upset. They must've not loved their mom like I loved mine. When my daddy speaks, you hear this empty sadness in his voice. But he tries to fake it. Fake it for me and Jackson. But we're all faking it. We all want to sit around and cry. But that's not what she would want. She'd want us to continue on life, smiling like everythings okay. So we faked it. For her. I'm sure she'd be even more mad if she found out we were all faking. Mommy, I hope the view from up there is good. because from down here, it sure does sucks. I pile all my clothes into one suitcase and sigh. I'd be leaving the one thing that had her left in it. But we had to. We had to get away. It was killing us and we can't bare it any longer. I shove my toothbrush and toothpaste into my carry on bag and grab my makeup and walk downstairs slowly with my purse and suitcase.

"Okay, daddy. I'm all packed and ready." I announce when I arrive to the bottom of the stairs. Jackson and my dad are already sitting there waiting for me. I let out a fake smile, and they give me one right back. That was our routine now. Everything was fake. Our jokes, our smiles, and even our laughter. I missed it. I wanted the old Stewart family back. But I wanted my mommy back. We'd be sitting around our kitchen table laughing about something dumb Jackson had done. But now Jackson wasn't even himself. I don't think any of us could be. We all piled into the pickup truck, my mommys favorite truck in the world.

After a long car ride, we finally make it to the airport. And before we know it, we're sitting on the airplane waiting for take off. I look out the window, feeling lucky enough that Jackson and my daddy let me have the window seat. I was taking Tennessee in. Because this was the last time I was seeing it. 'Be prepared for take off!' the overhead speaker said. I buckled my seat belt, and stared at the beautiful state of Tennessee. As we lifted off into the air, all I could whisper was: "Bye mommy."

Authors Note: Prologue, kinda short. But this was meant for good reason and you'll see why. Review and favorite if you like. If not well sorry. (: