A/N : Thanks for the reviews. I've decided that I would do a few chapters of Miley's life and what lead her to commit suicide and then the rest of the chapters would be reactions and the aftermath.

Disclaimer : I own nothing ; whatsoever.

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Miley Stewart cringed at the site of the numerous hate comments as she scrolled down the page. The comments were building up by the minute. Hell the post was just published about 5 minutes ago and there were exactly 100 comments. That's a new record. Skimming through the page, there were about a few blah ones, one defending her, and the others tearing her down. One defending her. 1/100 was in her favor. She refreshed the page as the tears poured down her porcelain skin. 300 comments. Scrolling even more down, the comments got more nasty and harsh. She knew she shouldn't be doing this; but this had become a habit. She had to know what people thought about her; more importantly her fans. But even 1 hate comment would stick in her mind, rather then the ones defending/praising her. Lately her fans, have been leaving her each and every second. She didn't understand why. People were supposed to be fans for her talent, not her personal life.

Hell the post was just a picture of her getting coffee, but reading the comments you would have thought that she had killed someone. How in the heck could a few private pictures that she sent to her then-boyfriend result in this. They were only meant for his eyes, not the whole damn world. But people took it upon themselves, to tear her down every spare moment of their time. It was like a game. Who can bring Miley down? And what's the prize? What satisfaction can someone get from seeing someone on the verge of losing it all? More disturbingly, the comments were from people of all ages. Parents. Kids. Teens. Grandparents.

Refreshing the page once again, she closed her eyes and inhaled for a few seconds and then exhaled. That seemed to be the only reason she was standing here living - was just to breathe. Her parents and siblings were barely ever home. The only time she saw her mom was when she had to do something press related. Her Dad and siblings were probably home once every month. And even then, she only got to see them for a few minutes, they didn't even want anything to do with her. But that didn't stop them from spending her money and living off of her fame.

Her social life was dunzo. It seemed to the outside world that she had a few acquaintances left. But they only wanted fame - their 15 minutes of fame. And once they got what they wanted, they left. Mandy was a good example. She just breezed out of her life when she got the recording contract - without so much as a fuck you. But, Miley got used to it. Everyone seemed to walk out of her life; it was like a pattern. She would never admit it but she enjoyed the company. It made her feel less lonely; a very small change, but still it made her feel a little bit better when she had someone around. It distracted her from harming herself or doing anything stupid. But, now she was alone, and the temptation was thick in the air.

As she was debating on whether or not she should do it, the comments immediately distracted her as her blue orbs glanced over the computer screen. 600 comments. She refreshed the page. 1000 comments. Sighing, she got to work and read each and every comment. She didn't have anything to do and no one was there, so this entertained her in some sick way. Reading through the numerous comments, she started crying hysterically. But as soon as she let them get the best of her, her eyes came across a name mentioned in a comment. Nick. She stood there frozen with her dark blue eyes wide open.

Nick Gray.

The guy who had caused this - at least in her mind. She hadn't talked to him in what like months. He had been ignoring for quite a while now, and she didn't have any idea of why. She didn't do anything. They had always agreed to stay friends and be there for each other. But promises were broken, and she was left to wonder in the darkness - why? Did she say something wrong? Are they too ashamed to be seen with her or even speak a word to her?

She loved him still. She couldn't go anywhere without being reminded of him. It depressed the hell out of her. And the sad part was, he probably never wasted his thoughts on her. She didn't blame him, nobody did. Only people who didn't know her and wanted the worse for her. She clicked out of the gossip website and opened up google. Sighing loudly, she typed in Selena Russo and Nick Gray. Cursing herself, she clicked enter. She then clicked on news, and saw a picture of them out and about. Out and about. Hypocrite. When they were together, he made her keep their relationship a secret, therefore there only place where they could really be together was the tour bus. Oh, had that brought back some memories. Rolling her eyes, she looked at the picture. They looked happy together - he was smiling, she was looking perfect as always. Trophy girlfriend.

By then, her tears had dried up and she couldn't bear all of this. She clicked out and shut her laptop. Surrounding herself in darkness, she crawled into her bed and couldn't hold in the tears anymore. She cried herself to sleep. All the hate comments, and the picture - it was all to much to bear, as always. This happened every night, it was a routine. It distracted her from harming herself. But she knew that she was going to cave in soon, the pressure and temptation was all too much.

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A/N : So I decided to stop there. Thoughts? I like this chapter. I think I did pretty good, and captured some of what she's feeling and going through. Please R&R.