Author's Note: This is a sad one-shot about the friendship between Miley and Lilly. Please review.
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Who Said?
Who Said,
Who Said,
I can't be superman
I say,
I say, that I know I can …
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One week ago
"Miss Truscott?"
Lilly Truscott whined in response. The cold atmosphere of the pallid white walls made everything about life grayer; like the skies hovering above a stormy Malibu. No one knew Hannah Montana's state. But everyone knew Miley's.
It was all too fast. Lilly couldn't believe what was happening, what was unraveling around her. It was like the pillars supporting life had crumbled to the ground, and Miley was crushed beneath the rubble, barely grasping for traces of life. It was that stupid car's fault. That blue sports car, going way too fast. Too fast for life and too fast for Miley.
It had been rainy out, and Miley and Lilly wanted to walk home. They drew their colorful and bold umbrellas like swords and walked in the rain, splashing in puddles and wetting the bottoms of their jean Capri's. Miley had been singing her famous song, "Who Said" and Lilly had been grinning the whole way. It was her favorite song, because it was a symbol that nothing will stop her. She is her own person and no one else.
Who Said, who said,
I can't be president?
I say, I say,
You ain't seen nothing yet …
But that azure blue car, slicing through rain drops and cutting wind, came speeding towards her. Towards Miley. Speeding with a will, a motive, to kill Hannah Montana. Lilly screamed, "MILEY! LOOK OUT!" But it was far too late to save her. Miley took a hit.
All Lilly heard was a yelp and a crash. A sickening crack bellowed through the seemingly empty world, as Lilly stood there in shock, leaving her best friend in the world on the ground. The man in the sports car quickly got out and looked down at Miley. "My god!" he shouted, quickly flipping out his silver phone and speed-dialing 9-1-1.
Lilly didn't know what to do. Scream at the man? Help Miley up? Or hop in the car and run into a tree, to kill herself? The rain beat down on her blonde braids like a rhythmic drum. It was God teasing her, taunting "I've got your friend. She's mine now." And Lilly didn't know if Miley would make it, and actually prove that she is her own person. If she wanted to let go, then she would. But Lilly knew she wasn't like that, and damn it, she had to hang on.
"Miss Truscott." The nurse snapped Lilly out of her memory. "I'm sorry …Mr. Stewart has decided to take Miley off life support." She took off her glasses and hung her head. The lobby was silent as Lilly hopped up. Oliver fell on the ground in a heap of hysterics. Aunt Dolly was hugging Robbie Ray and crying her heart out. Jake was there of course, tears welling up in his eyes. Even Amber and Ashley were there silently sniffling in unison.
"What?!" Lilly screamed, sobbing. "No! She's not!" she whipped around to Mr. Stewart. "Why? She can make it!" Lilly turned back around to the nurse. "Where is she? I need to see her!" she demanded, tears still streaming unstoppably down her mascara-smudged cheeks.
"I'm not sure it's a good idea, Miss Truscott, she's in a critical state and you're emotionally unstable …" she timidly admitted. Lilly was furious.
"Let me see her!" she screamed! "I need to see her, I'm her best friend! She can make it! I know she can! SHES HANNAH MONTANA GOD DAMN IT!" Lilly sobbed, pushing past the nurse and frantically looking down the corridor. The nurse was stunned, which was an understatement for everyone in the lobby.
Murmurs of "Hannah Montana? In the hospital?" went around, but Lilly only observed the close family and friends.
Aunt Dolly and Mr. Stewart paid no mind. They knew Miley would die anyways. Oliver didn't seem to care either. Amber and Ashley had stopped sniffling to give each other stunned, remorseful looks before completely sobbing. They felt guilty! Jake was beyond words. He couldn't believe it: that's why Miley wasn't impressed by him. She was a celebrity!
"Fine. Alright." The nurse sighed, adjusting her glasses. This way."
Lilly tried to speed the nurse up by going in front of her, but the nurse seemed like she was in no hurry. They finally turned to a door. The nurse slowly opened it into yet another white room. The monochromatic color scheme of the room blinded Lilly. The only contrast was the soft caramel color of Miley's damp, matted hair. She really did look like she was in an accident.
There were patches all over her, probably covering where life support needles had been stuck. Miley looked completely normal, no tubes sticking from her, no bandages around her head. She actually looked peaceful. Lilly dared to breathe, to wreck the silence and serenity of the room. She hadn't even noticed the nurse had left the room.
Lilly slowed walked over to her friend, to take a good long look at her. Her breathing was slow but unsteady; sometimes she went awhile without breathing but then sped it up. It was obvious she was having trouble with it. Her skin was pale and frail looking, like tissue paper. If it got wet she would dissolve instantly. For chest rose and fell again.
"Miley," Lilly held back tears. "I'm so sorry for everything I've argued with you about. I'm sorry I got mad you didn't tell me you were Hannah Montana. I'm sorry I got jealous of you and Jake. I wish we could take it all back. It was my fault you're in this situation and it's killing me inside. You're my best friend Miley. Please …you can't leave. Hang on."
Lilly blinked back tears and squeezed her eyes shut. But then, she heard something. Faintly. "I'm trying. I really am."
"Miley?" Lilly gasped, opening her eyes. Miley's light blue eyes were half open, and sparkling. She looked right through Lilly. "Miley you're awake! I have to tell the nurse!"
"No …" Miley tried to yell, but it came out as a cough. "Lilly, it's hard to admit but I'm going to die. I want this moment to be with my best friend in the world. Listen, Lilly." Miley paused for a shaky, grasping breath. "You're my best friend. I forgive you for everything but you need to forgive me too. I'm sorry."
"I forgive you." Lilly was crying a little.
Miley weakly smiled. "Lilly, I'm going to die. I'm weak and cold, and I can't breathe very well. It's time to let go. Lilly let people know about Hannah Montana. They deserve to know what happened to her." Miley sunk deeper into her pillow. There was a silence. Lilly felt Miley getting weaker.
"Who said," a soft, cracked voice came. Lilly looked at Miley. "Who said, I can't be worldwide?"
"I say, I say, time is on my side …" Lilly quietly joined in. Miley smiled at Lilly, took another shaky breath and closed her eyes.
"I say," Miley whispered. "I say, time is on my …"
"Side …" Lilly finished, also in a whisper. Miley was silent. She had passed away.
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Author's Note: Alrighty. That was sad. I have an extension on this, where there are mounds of Miley memories and Lolliver! Please review to get this. Thanks!