Recently, I dealt with a cyber bullying issue. I was bullied over the internet for the first time. I used to think it wasn't a big deal, it'd never happen to me; I used to tell myself that but now that I've been a victim I know it's a real problem. This two-shot is kind of a way I can vent from my experience.
This story is LEGAL. Selena was in (at least) 2 episodes of Hannah Montana, as well as the Jonas Brothers, "Me and Mr. Jonas and Mr. Jonas and Mr. Jonas."
Miley POV.
I was sitting in my window seal watching the rain stream down the window.
"Let it go, breath…" I said to myself, trying to ignore the aching pain I felt in my heart. I felt the tears on my cheeks but neglected to whip them off. I heard my phone buzz, but didn't look; figuring it was another rude wall post. Looking at my legs, I let the tears run and the sobs come from my parted lips. I'd never felt this hurt, I needed to escape. Finally I picked my phone up and dialed a familiar phone number; Joe Jonas.
Joe POV.
I heard my phone ring but didn't think anything of it. I was hanging with Nick and he was having a rough day so I didn't want to be distracted from him. Since Selena totally ditched him, I told him I'd take him out for a bro day and I wasn't going to answer some phone call from someone unimportant and take my mind off of my little bro.
Miley POV.
Joe wasn't answering and I knew that was when all society had turned on me. Even my best friend wouldn't answer his phone. I thought for a second he might just be doing something but then the rude comments and sayings came back into my head and I couldn't help but think he hated me too; that someone, somehow, had gotten to him and made him hate me as well. The tears and fury steamed in me, as I walked to the bathroom. In an all-too familiar scene, I popped a razor blade out of my razor and carefully set it on the floor, taking out 2 more carful not to cut myself just yet. I sat down against the wall after turning on the shower, letting the room fill with steam. I stripped of my clothes and got into the shower, the blistering hot water running over myself and sighing in pain and relief, feeling the welts rise on my back from the boiling water. After getting extremely hot, and barely being able to see through the mist in the bathroom, I got out of the shower and stepped into the safari-like bathroom, blinded by the fog. Not turning the shower off was a smart move, and kept the bathroom fire hot. I made my way to the razor blades on the counter and slowly sat back down, pressing the sharp, cold metal to my wrists. Relief filled me as I felt the coolness on my achingly hot body, and I felt powerful with a sharp object in my possession. Slowly slitting the blood oozed out and I let out a sigh.
"This is it… Let go… Breath…" I muttered to myself pushing the blade deeper into my skin and sub consciousness slowly took over my body.
Joe POV.
In my head, I knew something wasn't right. I saw Nick in the batting cage next to mine smiling and hitting the balls with perfect aim and I felt deep down this aching pain. I looked at him and he looked at me with a questioning look and I just gave him a finger up indicating I'd be back in just a minute. He nodded and began smacking his bat against the baseballs merrily.
Setting my bat down and making my way out of the batting cages I reached the locker that held my belongings. I grabbed for my phone and looked down. 2 missed calls, 1 text. I read the text and it was just from Kevin, saying he was meeting up with mom and dad for dinner with Danielle and they should be back to the house later that night. I wondered where Frankie would be for a second, but realized he was at Jason's house and I shouldn't be worried. Missed call from Kevin, but that was before he sent the text so it would've been to say the same thing the text explained… and missed call from Miley. My heart fluttered. I knew then something was wrong.
I texted Nick, knowing he'd get it later "worried about mi… have a feeling somethings wrong… have my car. u have urs here still. kevin at dinner w/ danny and mom & dad. g2g find mi. be home l8r. luv u."
I pressed send as soon as everything was typed out, not even taking the time to proofread it like I always do. I shoved my phone and wallet in my pocket and rushed out the door, leaving people in my tracks wondering where I was going.
10 agonizing minutes later I reached Miley's house, going up to the door and slamming my fist against it 3 times. No answer.
"Mi?" I questioned, wondering if my senses were just fooling me and no one was home. Miley's car was in the driveway so she had to be here… I knocked again. "Miley?" I said a little louder. Still no answer. I called her.
After hearing the line ring 5 times with no answer, I heard her voice.
"Hey, this is Miley-
"Mi!"
"Sorry I couldn't make it, leave me a message at the tone and I'll get back to ya asap! Thanks!"
I sighed, not having to resort to breaking into her home for no reason but I had to. It wasn't like her. I reached under the little stone frog guarding the front door to the home and got the spare key. Click. The door opened and I was shocked by the utter silence, besides the small sound of shower water running in the distance. I guided myself through the same path I often took to her room, knocking lightly on the door.
"Mi…?" I questioned but just knew there wasn't going to be an answer. I opened the door and her room was slightly humid, mist slowly filling the room coming from cracks of the bathroom door.
"Mi, what's going on?" I asked, knowing I wasn't going to get an answer. I walked to the bathroom connected to her room and knocked on the door. "Miley." I said sternly. No answer.
"Mi, I'm coming in if you don't answer me!" I felt like I looked stupid having a 1-sided conversation, and prayed that opening the door there would be a Miley in the shower singing her heart out, not being able to hear me over her own voice.
I turned the knob, but the click I heard when opening the front door wasn't present. She had locked the door… and wasn't answering me.
"Miley Ray Cyrus…!" I said angrily, but more out of worry. I went to the room across the hall, Braisons', and grabbed out of his desk drawer what I knew would be there—a tool kit that I had given him for Christmas last year to fix is skate-boards. I ran back to Miley's room and quickly but carefully unscrewed all of the bolts holding the door in place and took it of the hinge, and slowly opened my eyes to see a sight before me you'd imagine to be on Bones, NCIS, or Law and Order.
"Mi!" I screamed out of pure horror. I coughed harshly as the steam filled my lungs. Before me I saw a small, fragile girl with a bright red body in a pool of blood. I would find out who caused this, and kill them. "Oh my god… Oh my god… OH MY GOD!"
13 hours. 13 agonizing hours, I have waited for my best friend to come back. Pale, broken, and hurt she laid on the hospital bed. I couldn't believe the bastards who would hurt her like this. I absolutely could not believe it. She would never be the same. She was virtually dead because of those idiotic people… and I could do nothing about it.
Emily sat on the other side of me, waiting for her best friend to wake up as well. I held her hand as she cried onto the bed, and I couldn't help but constantly hear her mutter "How could I have not known… This is all my fault..." constantly. I felt so bad for her. It wasn't her fault. It was mine.
I hadn't said all of those mean things to Miley. Those were bullies. Words truly hurt more than physical actions do. Because words can lead to physical actions one brings upon themselves. That's what happened to my Mi.
"My Mi…" I muttered, finding her soft cheek under wires and tubes. It seemed like she wasn't herself. Before I called 911 I had wrapped her up in a towel and somehow managed to pull her wet hair back so it wasn't sticking to her face. It looked like other than being put into a hospital gown by a team of nurses who were working on her, nothing had changed. I looked at the clock- 13 hours, 43 minutes—and my Mi still wasn't back.
