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I own my phone, which has scratches on it. That bothers me evey second of the day.

Bright light imploded my eyes as I realized I had another day to live. I checked the clock. Time for school. I massaged my temples, should I go, or not? Why would it matter? Today was the day. Or tonight was the night—whatever. The point was, this was the last time I had to wake up, and I was damn glad about it.

I bounced down the stairs, my gross blond hair bouncing with them. No one was home—as usual. Dad was, well he was dead—whatever. That was so long ago, that I hardly even care anymore. And Mom? Well she's always out with some douche, or working, or working on some douche—if you know what I mean. She didn't care about me, hell, she told me she doesn't. No one cares about me, so why stick around? Why just live my life, in a rut, in a deep cut of pain? The point escapes me.

I opened the fridge—wait. Why make breakfast? Who cares if I go hungry today, it won't matter. My bladder feels full—okay, that matters. I made my way to the bathroom, when I heard a knock on the door. Shit. "Lilly! Open up!" It was Miley. Our friendship hadn't been going so well lately. I had done my best to avoid her—to brace her. Maybe if she wasn't so close to me at the moment, she wouldn't get hurt when I –you know. "Lilly I know you're in there!" I had to think of an excuse, and fast.

After I finished my business in the bathroom, Miley was still banging on the door. What should I do? I don't want her here. Not now, it's too late. But I know she will never stop knocking. Ever. She'll even get the police, I'm not joking. She's done that before.

Okay, an excuse. What would make me not go to school? Besides my spiralling depression. I sniffed. Sick! Aha! I could be sick. "Don't come in, Miley," I managed my best sick voice, very croaky. "I'm sick."

"Well I don't care! I'm coming in anyways!" She ran around the window. No! If she sees me, well she can't see me. She'll know I'm okay.

I ran up the stairs, and shut the door. God damn, I at least wanted my last day to be a smidge pleasant. I didn't want to spend it hiding from her. I was supposed to be on a high right now. People have talked about how happy they got when they finally decided they were going to kill themselves. I want to be happy. Go away! I willed. I still heard her pounding on the doors and windows. I sighed. Do I want to spend my last day hiding away in my room? Maybe I can talk her out of it.

A plan, I need a plan. An elaborate one. Oh! I could say I have swine flu! Everyone's freaking out about that, maybe that will make her go away. Oh, and I can include my Mom. Sweet, this is looking good. I stepped out of my room, and there she was. Brown curls—and all. So much for the plan.

"Lilly, what the fuck? Why wouldn't you let me in?" My eyes widened.

"I, uh." Wait, I'm supposed to be sick. "I have swine, you shouldn't get near me." I shut the door in her face.

"I don't care, Lilly! Why won't you let me in? You've been shutting me out! It hurts!"

I didn't respond. I don't know what to say. I can't just tell her. She'll freak out! No one knows, not Miley, not Oliver, no one. And that's how I wanted to keep it. What to do, what to do. I massaged my temples for the second time that day. Thanks, Miley. You're causing me buttloads of stress. Yeah.

"Lilly, please," I heard her voice crack. No, don't cry! Please?

I slowly opened the door. Miley was sitting on the floor, crying. I winced. "Miley," I started. "Why are you crying?"

She looked up at me, her face puffy and red. "Because I care about you, and I want to know what's going on. Why are you doing this, Lilly?"

A stab of guilt hit me. Ouch. "I--I, uh," I grinded my teeth. She is making this really hard. To give in, or not to give in? I sighed. "I just...Miley, I," Let me rephrase that. "Miley, I've been going through so much lately, and I just didn't want to put you through it," Lies.

"Don't think that, that's the reason we're friends, to help each other." I winced once again. She can't help me, no one can. I'm a lost cause, a failed project, what's the point?

"Miley, it's okay. I'm alright," More lies.

She sighed. "Look, Lilly, the real reason I came here is," she hesitated, looking away from my eyes. "I wanted to tell you that..." Spit it out, woman! "I love you," she blurted out, and pressed her lips to mine. Whoa, didn't see that coming. Crap, I don't know what to do. I've never thought of Miley that way, ever. Yet this felt strangely...good. She parted from me, smilng like crazy. This...will be awkward. I forced out a smile. "We've got so much time, together," she grinned.

Yet somehow, I knew I wouldn't make it.

Shortttt. If you guys want, I could continue this. I was planning for it to be a oneshot, but hell, I see a little plot in there.

I'll update 'Never What I Wanted To Hear' tomorrow.

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