Author's Note: Inspired by "Unaddicted" by the one, the only, the beautiful Emily Osment! Only I took it to an extreme. So. Yeah. Enjoy? (:
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One more time, I'll say goodbye
But I can't move on, I go in circles, going down
And take these dreams, cause they're killing me
Hanging by a thread
And I don't know how to get unaddicted
The bed taunted her, beckoning her with a sickening sweetness that she wanted to drown herself in without the bitter tears. Miley hadn't been in that bed in months, but it still smelled just like her. No matter how many times Lilly washed the sheets, the blankets, the pillows far too many times to count. She wouldn't go away, she surrounded her, intoxicated her, invaded her veins and closed her senses off to the rest of the world.
Lilly shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut. She could hear the sweet southern accent pouring into her ears, making her heart seize up and her breath catch in her throat. Words swirled around inside her head like a whirlpool. Her voice was everywhere, everything from suggestions to go shopping to her heavy breathing and deep moans from nights long lost took over her mind. Lilly held her hands over her ears, begging the bittersweet voice to go away, but she knew it wouldn't help. She was in her head and she was there to stay.
A disgusting, sickening warmth spread over her shoulders and neck, wrapped around her stomach and pulled her down into an oblivion she couldn't escape. She could feel Miley's hands everywhere, her palm gliding over her ribcage, her fingers dancing up and down her thighs. A sharp pain shot through her heart and soul when she got the familiar tingles she'd always gotten from the slightest brush of Miley's hand. She hated herself for still having the same reaction to Miley's touch even when it was just a memory. A distant memory, never to be relived.
Lilly's head jerked to the right because she'd swear on her life that she'd just seen a flash of the long chestnut brown hair that she'd grown to love. She swore she'd just seen that same brilliantly white smile, the same intense stormy blue eyes boring into her, staring right through her and piercing her soul, reading her thoughts and tucking them away so she could torture her with them later on in the night when Lilly was wrapped in the blankets that had covered them in the night on so many occasions.
The tingles shot through her body to come to a stop on her lips. Lilly could taste the familiar watermelon lip gloss and melted into her chair. The hot tingles moved from her lips down her neck and over her collarbone. They traveled lower still and Lilly shuddered. She could feel the girl of her nightmares and dreams hovering over her, could feel the warmth rolling off of her. She felt the lips she longed for graze up her neck and stop just beside her ear. She froze because she could feel the nonexistent hot breath on her ear, and she could hear the familiar honey thick accent silently whispering sweet words to her.
The warmth turned to a freezing emptiness and the tingles died. Lilly breathed in a deep breath and let it out in a slow, shaky sigh. All she could hear was her own breathing. The sweet voice she'd die to hear one more time was gone and replaced with a deafening silence, one she just couldn't handle. Not even the crickets outside were chirping, the wind was still, the ocean frozen. She squeezed her eyes shut again, praying that something, anything would make a noise and knock her back into reality. Nothing came to be her savior. She looked over her shoulder and eyed her bed desperately. Miley didn't magically appear in it. She wasn't going to. Lilly sighed heavily and pulled herself out of her chair. She trudged over and crawled beneath the sheets, the familiar vanilla scent invaded her and she surrendered herself to her blissful nightmares again.
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So this was ridiculously short, but it came out exactly how I wanted it. Love it? Hate it? Tell me! (: