Okay this isn't that great in my opinion (do I ever think my stories are good?) and it wasn't meant to be long either. So, no flamers!
Disclaimer; I don't own Hannah Montana!
God.
I hated being a "popstar". I hated being Hannah freaking Montana. It was so old. Yeah, I'd only been Hannah for 3 years but come on. I hated it. There was constant pressure to be the perfect girl. The never-mess-up one. Too late now. I'd gotten fed up. I went out to a club, had one too many drinks. The next thing I knew I was fucking some random guy. In front of everyone. Cell phone cameras flashed -- damn technology -- and soon enough, pictures and videos of my wild night were everywhere. Youtube, Myspace, you name it, it was there. Dad was, of course, really angry. Lilly was more neutral, since she was there when it happened. Oliver hadn't talked to me in weeks. The prick. The fans? I can't even explain how much everyone hated me after that. And Jackson? He wasn't worth explaining. He was worse than the fans. Really, it sucks to be famous. But then again, maybe I only say that because I fucked it up.
Now I sat there on my bathroom floor, with the razor. I was pretty damn confused, to say the least. Should I just do it or not? I thought of all the times how I thought it was ridiculously stupid to take your own life. What good did it do? It only hurt the people around you. But I had a good reason. Then those familiar thoughts came back. It's never a good reason to kill yourself! That's dumb! I don't know. The only one who might actually care if I killed myself was Lilly. Good ol' Lilly. There through the thick and thin. She'd be hurt if I did such a thing as to take my own life. I sighed, and put the razor on my counter. Maybe there was hope. Or a least a damn inkling of it.
**
I got dressed for my concert in only 15 minutes. Believe it or not, my dad said I still had to perform even though I have, what, 1 fan left? And that might be a cat with the mange. As I walked on stage, I realized that there was still a considerable amount of fans left, most holding up signs like "We love you Hannah!" or "Support Hannah Montana!" Before I started the song, I said,
"Thanks for coming tonight guys. I'm sorry about the whole incident. I needed to let off some steam, went to a bar and…well you know. But anyway, I sincerely apologize to every one of you. I love you with all my heart and obviously I wouldn't be here without you. Thank you."
After my little "speech", they all cheered. Inside, I sighed with relief. Maybe the world wasn't bent on making my life a hellhole.
….At least, not for now, that is.