7 Minutes in Heaven
Starring
Nick Jonas
Miley Cyrus
& Other people(:
Authors Note: Its meee. This is my new story coming up(:, very SHORT preview.. but I have so much planned for this I almsot cried when I thought of the plot. If you really want a clue READ the title(:, but It will be longer than seven minutes.. just saying.. Dang I'm already giving to much away(:
Miley POV
My music was blasting, I turned the stero up louder, and louder. Until my ears rang with pain. Slow ride, continued to play, and I started humming along. It had been a rougher day than usual, mom and I were arguing more these days. I was just so furious, aggervated. Today was the 2 year anniversity of my fathers death.
Yes I was eighteen, and some people thought, I was immature. I was far from denying them. Moms voice replayed in my head, 'Miley you need to start thinking about collages!' 'Miley Ray, will you clean up around here please!' 'Miley, you need to get a job!'. Honestly, I picked most of our fights. I wanted something to yell at, someone to yell at. Trace tried to calm me down, but the truth of the matter was, it made me angrier. Trace took dads death easier than I did, reassurring me and mom, it was his time.
I often yelled at Trace aswe'll. It was ridiculous, but I was frusterated that Trace had to handle the house, had to handle mom and I. Never was I the strong one, that people had faith in. I whined all the time, until dads death. 'Daddy I fell off my bike!' "Trace won't get off the TV!' 'Why won't you let me go to the party? I swear you hate me'. I did the perfect imitation of a spoiled brat, or maybe that wasn't an imitation. I wanted to handle my emotions, I didn't want to have emotions. I didn't want to sob, and weep. Until I felt like there was nothing left to cry, but I did.
Dad, was my bestfriend. Girls who were envious, tried to make false accusations, of me and Dad. That it was abnormal, the way we looked so close. Most of those girls had a single mom. Dad was the exact replica of a, dad'. He took us fising, on camping trip, always threw me ontop of his shoulders, when I was scared of vast crowds. I spent all my time with dad, or Demi, Selena, and Joe.
So right now I'm currently off to Selena, to snatch some booze. Not the best tactic, to handle my out of control raging emotions, but it would do. I just had to make it through the rest of the day right. No, because it wasn't the same for mom, amd Trace. I found dad's body, and I never found his killer, in fact they had no suspects. Not one, except me. Which was only because I was the one to find his emptied body. His lifeless empty body. Mom and Trace decided to drop all charges, I never understood why, but they did.
It didn't matter anymoe, my senior year was almost over, and I would be headed to California, with Joe. Joe and I have been bestfriends since second grade, and he had the exact same dreams as me.
To get the hell out of here.
Joe was a magnificant cook, and planned to open his own resteraunt in California one day. I knew I was mostly likley not going to pass my senior year, unless i seriously stepped up my game. I did know, I was a prodigy at piano, and at singing. I would be booked to plsy at a five star resteraunt every night. It would do.
California captured me, held be. Suffucated me, I was especially looking forward to some sinful fun with their beach hotties. I was dreaming about the sun, and the oil gleaming on my skin when.
Wham, Crash, bang, screech, boom.
It hit me at once, and it four seconds I hade four realizations.
The song Slow Ride repeating, "Take it easy-Take it easy"
My own blood seeping through my shirt, I felt nothing but shock.
The sounds of sirens.
And a bright gleaming light, and peceful sleep that threatened to devour me. So sweet and peaceful, I didn't resist it.
Authors Note(:, this is new.. I will still be working on Middle Of Nowhere. Which I would love someone to review on, and this story PLEASE review on both. It means the WORLD to me.