A/N: Hey guys! I wrote another suicide fic, cause.... well I don't really know. This one is Lilly's suicide note. There's not really anything graphic, just one little sentence that could make you squeamish. Flamers are welcome!!! You will only make me laugh....

Warning: The following story contains language, talk of sex, talk of suicide, implied suicide, and implied character death. Read at your own risk. You have been warned!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or Hannah Montana. I just toy around with them. Unfortunately.... :(

Pain

Lillian Marie Truscott's Last Words

To anyone who finds me and my family,

My name is Lillian Marie Truscott. I'm 16 and my very best friend in the whole world was Miley Stewart, aka, Hannah Montana. I had a great life: a best friend, loving parents, a great boyfriend. They all started treating me like crap over some stupid rumor they heard from school.

Flashback

I ran up the steep driveway of my best friend's home. I finally got to the door and knocked on it. I peeped through the blinds to see if she was coming. I saw Miley and her dad in the kitchen. Her door wasn't all that sound-proof, so I heard the following conversation:

"Dad! It's Lilly! What do I do!?" Miley whispered, but loud enough so I could hear it.

"Bud, just let her keep knocking. She'll leave, eventually" Robbie replied.

Leave? I thought. Why would they want me to leave?.

"I can't believe she still expects me to like her after what she did!!!" Miley whispered.

"I don't understand, either, honey. Just leave her at the door" Robbie said.

"I mean, why have sex with your best friend's boyfriend?".

"What?!?!" I shouted at the glass window. "You think I had sex with Jake?!?!".

"Lilly!!! You can hear us?! Oh, dammit, daddy, what do we do?!" Miley asked her father.

"Lilly, I'm sorry to be so cruel to you, but after the story Miley heard from school, I can't let you hang out with her any more" her father said, opening the door.

"Miley, what the hell?! You don't honestly think I'd lose my virginity at age 16, do you?!" I screamed at her.

Miley kept silent, and stared at the floor.

"You know what? Fine, think I'm a whore, I don't really give a damn. I can't believe you'd think I'd do that, though."

I stomped away from the door, angrier than ever.

I decided to go to Oliver's house (since he probably thought I cheated on him). I walked about ½ a mile till I got to his house.

I walked to the front door and rang the door bell, because his mom thinks people will scratch the glass by knocking.

Oliver came to the door and opened it up.

"Hey, baby, what's up?" I said, kissing his sculpted lips.

He pulled back and gave me a look of disgust, as if he was shocked that I had actually showed up.

"Why the hell are you here, Lilly?" he hissed at me.

"Because, I'm your girlfriend" I told him.

"Not any more" he said, about to shut the door.

I blocked it with my foot.

"Don't tell me you think that I had sex with someone, too" I told him, giving him a hard look.

"Lilly, you had sex with Jake Ryan, Miley's boyfriend!" he exclaimed.

"Damnit!! Who told that fucking lie?!" I exclaimed.

"Ya think?!" Oliver exclaimed.

"Ollie, baby, you know I would never cheat on you. I love you more than anything in the world, and I wouldn't do anything to hurt you". I tried to convince him.

"I don't want to hear your fucking lies, you whore! Get the hell off my property, slut!" Oliver screamed at me.

He slammed the door in my face, and I began to cry. How could my life get so messed up? I hadn't done anything wrong! The bitch who had made up that rumor should be going through all this, not me!

I walked home early (I usually go to Miley's after school), hoping that my brother hadn't told my parents about the rumor.

I dashed into the front door of my house and walked into the living room for a snack. I turned on the TV and munched on some pretzels. Suddenly, my parents popped into the room, took the remote, and turned off the TV.

"What the hell, mom?!" I yelped (she had turned off the TV). "I was watching that!!".

"Your brother told us the story from school" Dad said, looking at me shamefully.

"Oh boy" I murmured.

"Why the hell did you have sex under age?!?!" My mom and dad yelled at me in unison.

"I didn't!! All my friends hate me now because they think I'm a slut!!!" I yelled, tears dripping from my face.

"Well, you're brother has always been more honest than you, Lilly, and I just can't find it in my heart to believe you" my dad told me.

"So, if you wanna be a whore, we'll treat you like a whore" my mom said.

My dad came up to me and raises a hand. He looked like he was going to slap me.

"Dad, please, don't! You raised me better than to have sex at this age!" I cried, more tears spilling out.

"Honey, this is for your own good" he assured me.

He brought his hand down on my cheek, hard. Tears slid down my cheeks. The bruise began forming an my cheek, and it stung.

"Now, don't be late tomorrow after school. No going to Miley's or anything. Come straight home and we'll give you your punishment" my mom said, before pointing up to my room.

I quietly ran up the stairs and fell onto my bed, letting the sobs come out at full blast.

End of Flashback

Ever since that day, my life's been a living hell. When I went to school the next day, I became the slut that no one respected. I was the girl that had done the football team. I was the girl who lost her virginity to her best friend's boyfriend. I was... well, alone.

Oliver started dating Becca Weller again, and they seemed pretty happy together. Miley and Oliver began hanging out with Amber and Ashely, and they became pretty popular. My parents started abusing me more harshly everyday. It got to a point where my mom was never home any more. One day, my mom called my dad and said she couldn't take the disappointment of me any more, and had left with a guy she had been dating, secretly, behind my dad's back.

My dad became an alcoholic and began punching me and kicking me, and he even started stabbing me, all the while screaming and cursing at me that it was my fault that Mom left. Which it was.

Dad, I'm sorry I drove Mom away. I loved her very much. It wasn't my fault she left, it was your fault for not believing me. You raised me better than to have sex under-age. I'm sorry I left you, but I can't take it anymore. I hate being treated like a bitch at school. I hate you hurting me and laughing when you hear me scream. I hate you.

Miley, I know you probably didn't see this coming. You probably thought I would enjoy being the kind of girl you thought I was, but I was never that kind of girl. I love you, Miley, you have always been my best friend. Even though you treat me like a weirdo, I've always remembered you as my best friend, and I hope you never forget that.

Oliver, this is going to be harder than ever. Oliver, I loved you in more ways than you could imagine. The only reason I didn't do this earlier is because I thought you might realize that I would never do that. I would never cheat on you, especially with my best friend's boyfriend. I love you, Oliver, and I know that you know in your heart that I wouldn't do that to you. I didn't want to do this, but I just couldn't go on. I just want you to know that my last thoughts were of you.

If you found this letter, I'm probably already dead. I'm in the bathroom in the hallway. My wrists are opened and bloodied. You may think I'm pretty crazy. But, if your parents were abusing you harshly, your best friend thinks you're a slut for sleeping with her boyfriend, and your boyfriend thinks you're a cheater, would you really want to go on with your life? Would you?

I'm doing what I want, and all I want is for the pain to stop.

Signed,

Lillian Marie Truscott