Summary: Lilly Truscott was found dead 3 weeks ago. The cause of death, suicide. Mostly journal format.

Okay, so basically, I have nothing to say about this.

Disclaimer: I did not come up with the idea for this story. All the credit goes to wish-upon-a-falling-star. I got this story from her story. Go read hers. It's called "My Best Friend's Suicide Diary." And it's very good. I don't own Hannah Montana, but I DO own the writing.

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Chapter 1 – Prologue-The Discovery

Have you ever thought that everything in your life was perfect, then by one phone call realized that it was far from it? I know how you feel.

I'm Miley Stewart, and for the longest time I thought my life was perfect. My boyfriend was Jake Ryan, and he loved me. I had a best friend. I was teen pop sensation, Hannah Montana. I had an awesome family. That all changed in one instant. In one instant, my whole world cam tumbling down around me. I got one phone call that changed everything.

That call told me that Lilly Truscott, my best friend, had committed suicide.

Ever since I found out, my life has been different. I haven't been able to do concerts because every time I try, I break down on stage because 'Lola' isn't there cheering me on from the side. I haven't gone to school because I can't breathe when I walk by her locker. I can barely be in my own room because every time I go in there; the memories of Lilly and me come flooding back. Lilly's death has torn me apart.

That brings us to where we are now. Oliver and I had agreed to help Lilly's mom clean out her room. At this moment I was slowly climbing the stairs, knowing I was about to collapse any second. I stopped outside the closed door and took a shaky breath.

"Are you ready?" Oliver asked. I nodded, and Oliver swung open the door. The blue walls that I had painted with Lilly stared back at me. The photos of us three together mocked me. The closed bathroom door still seeping out the potent smell of bleach reminded me that things weren't as great as they seem. Blood always was the worst stain to get out.

I shook my head, trying to push that thought out of my head. Ms. Truscott (the divorce has finalized a couple months ago) came in looking distressed.

"I'm really sorry kids. The office just called and there's been an emergency. I have to get down there now. Will you be okay by yourselves?" I stared at the woman standing before me. Her eyes had dark bags under them. She was as thin as a rail. Her once full blonde hair was now wiry and thin. This was not the woman who listened to all of mine and Lilly's problems. This wasn't the woman who was like a second mom to me when I moved here. This wasn't the woman who said that no woman needed a man because we could take care of ourselves. No, this was not the lively Julie Truscott. That woman had left, leaving a shell of a woman behind.

I robotically nodded, and she attempted a small smile before leaving the room.

"I guess we should get started." Oliver said awkwardly. I nodded before heading over to the bed. I began pulling off the sheets, but stopped when something black caught my eye. I pulled out a notebook with the words PROPERTY OF LILLIAN JANE TRUSCOTT scrawled across in Lilly's messy handwriting on the front and losses papers shoved inside. I flipped it open, but shut it instantly. This was Lilly's journal.

I stared at the journal for a few moments. I didn't know if I should read it or not. I knew she would kill me if I read it if she were…but she's not. And it won't hurt anything.

"Umm…I have to go grab something from my bag." I muttered before rushing out. I quickly went downstairs and shoved Lilly's journal in my backpack I had brought.

By the time Oliver and I were done, there were many other things of Lilly's I couldn't leave without, accompanying the journal inside my back pack. Oliver and I went our separate ways, my anxiety growing with each step I made towards my house.

I made it to my house and rushed to my room, ignoring my dad saying it was time for dinner. I kicked off my shoes prior to sitting on my bed. I pulled out the notebook, and moved from my bed to my favorite chair. I took a deep breath before opening the flimsy notebook.

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So there's the first chapter. I really hope you liked it, especially you, wish-upon-a-falling-star, if you're reading it.

Review please!

And if you haven't read 'My Best Friend's Suicide Diary', GO READ IT!

--Lani