Chapter 1

Jackson Stewart sat quietly on his bed, turning the Mauser 10x22T pistol he held in his hands every which way. The metal felt smooth and cold to his delicate touch. He gazed at it, measured it in his hands, felt every carving and rigid edge there was to it. He knew full and well what his plans with this device were.

"Hey, Jackson, we're leavin'!" Jackson heard his father Robbie Ray Stewart call up to him from down stairs.

"Okay, Dad!" He yelled back down.

"No parties," Robbie Ray added.

"Okay, Dad!"

"And no raiding the fridge—"

"--Alright, Dad!" Jackson rolled his eyes, wishing they would just leave already.

"We'll be back by 11:00!" With that, Jackson heard the front door close and lock. Soon after the engine to his sister's limo roared and faded as it left.

Miley Stewart, his little sister and most commonly known as Hannah Montana, had yet another concert tonight. Yeah, that was Miley alright. Most of the time she though pretty highly of herself because of the fact that she was pop sensation Hannah Montana; she was always daddy's little girl. Yeah, everybody loved Miley. And Jackson? Well, Jackson was just Jackson who always felt second best and seemed to dwell within Miley's shadow.

Jackson flipped the pistol in his hands again. He remembered distinctly the memory that provoked him to think about doing this.

Flashback

They were in a tree. How they ended up in a tree, Jackson could not clearly remember, but there they were, hanging on a branch that was who knows how high up. Jackson was gripping the steering wheel of Thor's monster truck so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. Fear was plainly written across his face.

Miley, who was currently dressed as Hannah Montana for Beyonce's party, was arguing with him about how she should be the one to crawl out of the back window. After mentioning going to the party then coming back with help for Jackson later, Jackson had had enough.

"I can not believe how selfish you're being!"

"I'm not being selfish. I'm thinking about my millions of fans. They'd be crushed if I die," Miley said with sticky sweetness in her voice.

"Well people would miss me too," Jackson replied with hurt in his voice.

"Oh please, you're teachers would throw a party, Thor would be too upset about his truck, and, trust me, I can get Daddy through it." The tone of her voice changed completely.

Somehow, it tore Jackson inside, making him want to get out the back first just to escape and leave his sister there. After almost tipping the truck forward, they decided to flip a coin. Miley won. As she started to crawl out of the window, her belt caught, and she was stuck. Jackson decided to climb out the driver's window and climb around to "help" her out.

As he landed in the bed of the truck he shouted, "I'm out! I'm free!" He was about to jump out until Miley's stern voice told him to help her. He thought about it.

On the one hand, leaving would mean he would be sister free and without fights. Also, it would mean there would be more paying attention to him rather than his sister. On the other hand, Jackson would have to face his father's disappointment, and Robbie would be too upset about losing his precious daughter, who was also Hannah Montana, that he would not have time to pay attention to his son.

Jackson helped Miley out of the window and they made it out alive, ignoring the fact that the truck was really only two feet off of the ground of course.

End Flashback

Jackson never took his sister's comments seriously, but for some reason unbeknownst to him, he could not let this one go. Partly, he guessed, was because part of him believed it.

He was never one to do well in school. He had a lot of trouble with the teachers he had, thus he frequently got into trouble. Even if he did not do something, he was the one who got blamed for it.

Where his father was concerned, Jackson rarely ever heard his father say, "I'm proud of you, Jackson. Good job." The most he heard was his father's raged voice yelling his name. It always seemed as though Jackson was the one to screw up and Miley was the perfect child.

"I'm worthless. Miles was right. I wouldn't be missed if I just died. Dad's go the perfect daughter he wanted. I'm just in the way," Jackson whispered to himself, temporarily forgetting he was the only one at home now.

He gently placed the pistol on the bed and took out some paper and a pen. After scribbling down a note, he walked out of his room and down the hall. Turning right into Miley's room, he walked straight to the closet. He pushed away the various old clothes and clothes Miley had gotten from her father as a birthday present that she either stained purposefully or had never worn. He opened Hannah Montana's closet, walked in, and taped the note next to the revolving clothes rack. Shutting the closet doors behind him, he strode out into the hall and back into his room.

He sat back down on his bed and picked up the pistol. Nobody will miss me. He thought as if for reassurance. He readied it and held it to his temple. Dad has Miley.

Bang!

Hey, guys. Sorry for ending the chapter like that. I'll try to make the second chapter longer, but it will have to wait until after monday, June 4, because that is my last day of exams. Then it's summer!