Disclaimer-I do not own Hannah Montana.

Miley walked down the stairs on tuesday morning, still in her sleep-wear. Her Dad was out on a run and Jackson had left a note...

I left early, I had to work on a school project with my group.

-Jackson

Miley rolled her eyes when she read the note. He had probably wrote it last night and snuck out at midnight to go party. Her older brother had gotten pretty out of control. She lifted up the piece of paper with the note and dumped it into the trash. Under the note was the mail. Miley flipped through it. Bills, bills, more bills, letter from Aunt Dolly, stupid advertisement letters, and then the catalogs and magazines.

She got to the magazines SHE liked to read. Well at least she usually liked to read them...Miley read the cover of Teen People. It said: Hannah Montana. Why did we ever love her? Miley sighed heavily and through it in the trash can. She was in her second year of high-school and lately things with Hannah Montana were just going down hill.

Last week when she got her prescription to US Weekly the cover headline had been: Hannah's music takes a dive for the worst.

And in Star the previous week: Hannah Montana, older than last years jeans!

She was sick of this. Miley would LOVE to quit Hannah, but she just couldn't let it go. Hannah had began to partially support the family, and she didn't want to let down the few fans she did have left. Miley just couldn't do it.

After throwing away all the junk mail, Miley looked at the Entertainment section of the newspaper. "New, young, beautiful, talented teen diva, Ellie Dena! She the newest sensation since Hannah Montana backed down!"

Backed Down? Just because Im not as famous as I was doesn't mean I backed down! Miley thought, then groaned in frustration.

"Im so SICK of this!!" She screamed. No one was home to help her. Her two best-friends were dating now, and always just wanted eachother. Even Hannah's fans have ditched her. Miley had no one left to help her through this stress filled time.

"Whatever, I have to get ready for school now." She said to no one really. She walked up to her room and through on a pair of sweats and a camisole. Miley grabbed her back pack then slipped on flip flops and walked out the door. Right after shutting the door she had to run back in; she totally forgot about her hair. She quickly threw it up into a straight pony-tail and was one her way once again.

When Miley got to the entrance of the school, Jake was walking at the same pace as her, only a few feet away. He got to the door first and held it open for her.

"Thanks," Miley murmured.

"Yeah," Jake said. They had been friends in eighth grade and even gone out for a short time in middle school. Now they weren't really friends, ever since Jake had gotten a new girl friend last year. Apparently they broke up though, at least thats what Miley read in her magazines.

It was september, and the first day of school.

"How was your summer?" He asked her.

"Um, pretty good." Miley said, she wasn't very enthusiastic. She didn't get very excited about things anymore, not that she liked it that way, she just couldn't get up all the happiness and energy. "How was yours?" She asked.

"Eh, kind of boring. Not much happened." He smiled. Miley loved his smile, it always made her smile.

"Yeah, I know how that is. Well I gotta go to my locker," Miley pointed toward the direction of her locker. "Bye."

"Yeah, see you around." Jake said, then they each walked in different directions.

Miley opened her locker which was the same from last year, and threw her backpack in. Next she went to the office to get her schedule. Miley's first class was Geometry then she had gym. Great; gym. Not. Miley hated gym. She was athletic in middle school, not so much now. She wasn't fat or anything. More like skinny and slender, she just hated sports.

After Geometry she went to gym. Miley went into the locker room and changed. Just like her last class, none of her friends. She walked out and saw all the guys already changed and just waiting for the guys to come out. They were playing volleyball today. Someone came up behind Miley and poked her shoulder, she turned around.

"Oh, hey Jake." She said.

"Hey," There was an awkward moment of silence then Jake said, "This sucks, right? Gym at 8:00 in the morning? Kill me." Jake smiled, which of course made Miley do the same.

"Yeah, who seriously cares about gym?" Miley said.

"Not me." He responded. They both laughed. Then the gym teacher came out.

"Hello students. Im Mr. Hojunger, Im your gym teacher this year. We are starting with volleyball, everyone find a partner and practice bump passes." He instructed.

"Partner?" Miley asked Jake.

"Sure," She answered. They did all the drills that they were instructed to, then everyone went back to change into their regular clothes. Gym with Jake had cheered Miley up a little bit, but the rest of the day sucked. Lilly and Oliver ignored her the whole time. She had to sit alone at lunch because once again, she had no friends. Jake had the lunch period after hers.

"May I go to the bathroom?" Miley asked during World Studies.

"Go ahead." The teacher said. They were always nice the first day! Miley walked out and sat by her locker in the hallway. After a couple seconds, she put her head in her hands and broke down. Tears were streaming from her face. All the bad things happening in her life were running through her head:

Hannah sucks.

I miss mom.

I have no true friends left.

Jackson's never around.

Dad's never happy now.

The list never ended. After a few more minutes of crying Miley thought it was time to go back to class. She stood up, wiped her eyes, and tried to walk back to class. Right when she was about to start walking the tears bursted out again. She walked over and slid down her locker onto the ground. With her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms around them, she sobbed into her legs. A few moments later, she felt a presence sit down next to her.

"What's wrong?" A guy's voice asked. Miley looked up and saw it was Jake. She tried to wipe her eyes and act like she wasn't crying.

"Nothing, Im fine." She lied.

"No your not Miley, I saw you crying." Jake said.

"So?" Miley retorted.

"So...what's wrong?" He asked again.

"Nothing Jake. Just go away. Please?" She pleaded.

"Okay...You can talk to me whenever you need to, I'll listen." Jake told her, then walked away. He couldn't just stand there and continue being rejected.

Miley came home after school to see her dad sitting down at the kitchen table.

"Miley, I have some bad news..." He said. "Sit down." Miley did as she was told.

"It's Jackson, he...He got in a car crash this morning. He was drinking again last night until this morning, and he flipped his car over on the way home." Her Dad was tearing up as he said this.

"Oh my god. Is he...is he okay?" He dad didn't answer right away. "DAD! Is Jackson OKAY???" Miley pressed. She needed to know her brother was okay, she couldn't lose anyone else.

"Your brother is at the hospital now. I'm sleeping there tonight, I just had to tell you what was going on first." She didn't say anything at first, Miley just stared at the table with tears streaming down her face. After a moment Robby Ray said, "I think you should stay here tonight, watch movies and order pizza. You don't need anything else to worry about." Miley's father tried to smile at her; it didn't really work out to well, at least he was trying.

"Are you sure?" She asked, she would love to see her brother but she also knew it would be hard for her to see him as bad as he sounded.

"Yeah, Bud. You need your rest. Im leaving now." He got up from the table, pulled her into a big hug, then walked out the door with a small duffle bag.

Miley popped the third season of Gilmore Girls into the DVD player. It normally always made her feel better, it was the season with Jess! Nothing helped though. Not eating pizza, or ice ream. Not watching Gilmore Girls. Not reading her favorite magazines. Not going online. Nothing would help.

Miley ran up to her bathroom and slammed the door and screamed. She couldn't handle this anymore! Suddenly, something glistened in the shower. It was her razor. Miley ran over to the shower, grabbed the razor, and leaned over the sink. If this was the only way she could control her life and pain, this was what she would have to do. As the blade touched her forearm Miley almost chickened out, but for the millionth time that day all the horrible thoughts of her current life ran through her head and she slide the blade across her arm.

Just like she had expected it to, the pain came. She winced as it shot up her arm and back down.

"Shit!" Miley murmured as she thought of the consequences she would now have to pay. The scars to be left on her arm. She grabbed a towel from the floor and put pressure on her arm, when it stopped bleeding she threw on a sweatshirt and tried to forget about the whole thing. It wasn't working to well...

Okay. Sooo I know this is a LITTLE depressing, and I was debating even posting it since I have had it written for so long I just decided to.

SERIOUSLY, I would like to say NEVER do that. I've had personal experiences with self abusers and its not good. Doesn't solve problems. This story isn't going to be like all about this stuff, don't worry.

Andddd this is going to be HAPPY in the end. Somebodyyyysss gonna be there for her )