Disclaimer: I don't own Hanna Montana... blah.. blah.. blah...
Every once in a while I'll find my mind wondering back to the day my world came crashing down. At the time I blamed myself, and only myself. No one else was to blame but me. I was blind. I was naive. I was stupid. I could have seen the signs. I could have saved her from her own self combustion. She could still be here. I didn't listen, I talked too much, and the list goes on. For years I wondered where I went wrong as a best friend and as a human. I wondered what made me ignore the signs. I questioned whether or not I knew about what was happening, but I ignored it because I was in denial. For fifteen years I blamed myself for her death. There was not one day when I didn't think about her. She was in my head through a marriage, two births, and a divorce. She was the ghost that haunted me and reminded me of what I had done. How stupid I was, how I should have known.
It has taken me seventeen years to forget her. To realize that it wasn't my fault, to recognize that she had serious problems that I would not have been able to stop whether I noticed the signs or not. Lily's death was not my fault. It was nobody's fault. Lily was trapped in a box full of deceit, lust and lies, it was only a matter of time before she self-combusted.
First ff I have ever written... so please be nice. This is just kind of the prolog of a story to come. Please tell me what you think. If I don't get reviews, I probably won't continue.