A/N: This story is Miley telling her feelings to a therapist, then to herself. It all leads up to Miley going insane, and trying to kill herself. This is defiantly not a happy go lucky story. Btw ; everything underlined is actions, everything in italics is what Miley's thinking in her mind, & words that have nothing done to them is Miley speaking out loud to the therapist.(: Review please ? And tell me if you want me to make this a chapter story.:D
I don't know if he likes it, but I've been doing it since I was two and he was four. I do a pretty weird thing, I lay on top of my best friend, and listen to his heartbeat; every single night. He may despise it, but I don't care. It's the only way I know that he's still there. You see, my best friend is Shane Gray; yes, the Shane Gray. The only problem is, he's recently became suicidal. You're probably wondering why a superstar would try to kill his/her self. Well, there's this little thing called haters. Apparently things really started to get to Shane, I didn't even know it until I saw his lifeless body on the floor exactly one month ago. Now my parents are forcing me to see you. Do I look like I need a therapist? I didn't think so.
- 1 week later -
"Oh, how the tables have turned".
Have you ever changed your mind about something? You nod. Well, I have. You see, I didn't want to come here, and to talk to you; but I've recently changed my mind. You smile at me. Don't think it's because I like you, or trust you, because I trust no one. "What about Shane?" You ask. Shane's becoming more distant, every single freaking day. You look at me sympathetically. He's got a new girlfriend, her name is Mitchie; she hates me. " I doubt she hates you Miley." I glare at you. Trust me, she hates me. "Well, how is Shane dealing with all this 'hate' you speak of?" I look up you, I can't control the tears anymore. I don't get to listen to his heartbeat anymore. Stupid tears won't stop falling. You actually shed a tear also.
Has pain ever been so unbearable, that you actually thought you might die of heartbreak? That's the point I am at. She stole my best friend; my everything. I wish she could feel this pain, so maybe she'd have some sympathy for me. Stupid freaking therapist is the only person I'll talk to. My own freaking best friend won't talk to me. Tell me why, please? No, don't tell me; that was a rhetorical question. It's so pathetic that my 'new' best friend, is a figment of my imagination. That's right, I'm my own best friend. All because Mitchie freaking Torres, took Shane freaking Gray away from me. Once again, stupid tears won't stop falling. I sit in the shower most of the time now, just so no one will hear my ear piercing sobs. I love walking in the rain, because then no one knows I'm crying. "Are you emo now?" Stupid freaking Nate asked stupid freaking me after he saw me the other stupid freaking day. Maybe I am. I died my hair black, so what? I cut myself, so what? I cry all the time, so what? I write sad songs, so what? I won't talk to anyone, so what? I'm practically dead on the inside, SO FREAKING WHAT?! The one person I actually want to care, guess what?! DOESN'T! He's to busy with his stupid freaking girlfriend! And since I've told you everything else, I might as well tell you this too; I'M IN LOVE WITHMY BEST FRIEND!Didn't see that one coming did you?! But hey, I'm just full of suprises! Sucks doesn't it?! Well, guess what; LIFE SUCKS! Do you wanna know another secret? Yeah, I thought so. I'm gonna put this sharp blade on my wrist, and cut. Now, all the pain is over.