I'm sorry it took me so long to update this story, I couldn't think of what to write! And I also renamed the story Butterfly Girl after this really amazing song I heard. I feel it suits the story better than the other title I had. Anyway enjoy, and I'll try to update much faster!

Chapter Two

It was Friday night when the doctor came to Lilly's room to talk with she and her parents. Lilly had been resting in the bed, with the television quietly playing in the background. Her parents sat on the chairs that were near the windows, each reading a different book. "Good evening Truscott family." The doctor politely said, dreading the news he was about to tell them. "I have some unfortunate news on Lilly's behalf."

Lilly sat up, worried to know what was going on with herself. She silently prayed, hoping it wouldn't be too serious. Her eyes fearfully looked up towards her doctor as she horrifically waited to hear the heart-wrenching news.

"We've reviewed your recent x-rays and the cancer has spread throughout your whole entire body." The doctor spoke up, feeling his own heart ache for the poor girl. For all the years he watched the young girl grow up, fighting to her fullest potential for her life, he hated having to tell her that she could no longer fight it off anymore.

The young girl began to feel dizzy, her head falling causing her mother to rush over to her side. She wrapped her daughter in her arms, gently placing her head onto her chest hoping the sound of a mother's heart-beat could soothe the girl. After her daughter had calmed down, the mother looked over towards the doctor horrid to find out his answer to her next question. "H-How long does our angel have?" She choked out the question, her voice quivering as she rocked the girl back and forth.

A moment of silence filled the room, the doctor tried to gather up the strength to tell the distraught family that there wasn't much time left. "She only has a few months left until the cancer spreads to her brain, which will certainly cause her to die. I assure you though, that we will continue with her chemotherapy and try radiation therapy as well."

Saturday morning came with sunlight shining through the window and onto Lilly's sleeping figure. After spending the majority of the following night bawling her eyes out over the horrific news of her prognosis, the blonde decided that if God had wanted it to be her time then all she could do was pray for the best.

A knock on the door was lightly heard but no one opened it, so slowly and gently the door opened, revealing Leanne and Rose who both took a seat beside the sleeping girl. The younger girl, with her thin brown hair in pigtails, grabbed her sister's hand and gently stroked it. "Mom, will Lilly's hair grow back?" She asked, not knowing her sister was on death's doorstep.

Leanne placed a loving smile on her face, pulling herself together for her youngest daughter. "Of course her hair will grow back, Rosie. But she doesn't need hair to be beautiful. Lilly is just as beautiful as she was with hair, if not more beautiful." The mother spoke as she pressed a loving kiss to the sleeping girl's forehead. Her eldest daughter had been the most beautiful person she had ever met; she'd also been the strongest person and her mother praised God every day for giving her Lilly.

The younger daughter smiled at her older sister, grateful to have such an amazing one. "I know she's beautiful mum, but Lilly doesn't think so." The brunette frowned down at her sleeping sister; she wanted her to feel better about herself. Lilly deserved that for all the pain and suffering she's had to deal with for way too long.

"Well Lilly's beautiful; very beautiful inside and out. Lilly should never doubt her beauty." Leanne glanced sadly down at her little girl. How could she ever consider herself less than beautiful? She sighed, placing another kiss down to her daughter's forehead, wishing there was a way to boost the girl's confidence.

Hours later had the leukemia-stricken girl hovered over a toilet vomiting everything she had in her stomach up. Her body heaved in pain as she cried, praying it would stop. There was a knock on the door, knowing it had probably been her mother she painfully whimpered a quiet "come in" resulting in the door of her room opening up.

Instead of it being her mother who came in the door, it turned out to be Miley which had come to surprise to the girl; she had forgotten that the singer promised to drop by sometime on Saturday. She tried to get up and greet her but her body thought otherwise as she continued heaving into the toilet. Gasping for air the blonde tried her hardest to stop the vomiting though it kept coming which caused her to start crying.

The brunette detected the pain she was in, feeling awful, so she hurried into the bathroom to help her. Miley gently held the heaving girl's hair back, trying her hardest to bring some kind of comfort to her. "Shh, don't cry Lilly, it'll make you feel worse sweetie." She soothingly whispered into the other's ear as she stroked her back in gentle circles.

After a few more minutes of vomiting, Lilly slowly stood up nearly falling backwards from how dizzy she felt fortunately the taller girl caught her before she could fall. "Do you feel better, Lilly?" Miley asked softly, flushing the toilet and helping her to wash off. Once the girl had been all cleaned up, she took her back into the room and gently laid her in the bed.

Lilly peacefully snuggled into the covers surrounding her as she looked up at the person who helped her and placed a thankful smile on her face. "I feel much better; thank you for helping me. I really appreciate it." She spoke with much sincerity, propping herself on a pillow before shutting off the silent television she had been watching earlier.

The singer watched her in admiration; surprised that after all the pain she just dealt with she could put a smile on her face. Knowing that someone as ill as her could smile had made her smile as well, wrapping the girl in her arms. "Awww, you don't need to thank me sweetie. You shouldn't have to be alone when you're puking your guts out."

"Yes, I do need to thank you. It was very kind of you to help me; I'm pretty sure if you hadn't helped me I probably would have been stuck in the bathroom until either my parents came back or my doctor."

Miley gently placed her hand on the other's back, lightly stroking it. "You poor, precious thing. I'm glad I was able to help you then. I'd hate for you to be alone in such pain."

The two girls sat, enjoying each other's presence for hours when Lilly had remembered what the doctor told her last night. Her eyes filled with tears as she tried her hardest not to think of the previous conversation. The past ten years of her life had been the worst she'd ever experienced. She knew she was very lucky to be alive and that there were people who were much sicker then she was but the constant visits to the hospital and having her body drenched in extreme chemicals to fight the fatal disease was brutal for her. It caused her hair to fall out several times and made her miss a ton of school.

The brunette sat on the bed beside Lilly, stroking her back softly. She had never met someone as precious as the blonde. Lilly had been a true miracle, fighting an atrocious disease such as leukemia for the past ten years of her life. Miley knew if the tables had been turned that she wouldn't be anywhere as strong as the blonde was.

"Honey, why are you crying?" The singer asked softly as she realized the tears dripping from the other girl's eyes. She placed her hand softly onto the crying girl's cheek and lightly stroked it with the tip of her fingers.

Lilly tried to hide her tears but they poured out of her like a waterfall. She hated crying, especially in front of people. So what if she was dying? It wasn't the end of the world, was it? "My doctor came in here last night…" She said, her tears flowing freely down her rosy-red cheeks. "He said that the cancer has spread all throughout my body…" Lilly tried to finish the sentence but a loud sob escaped from her. "I-I think that means that I-I'm d-d-dying…" This time she couldn't hold it in anymore, letting sobs escape her body in vexatious swarms.

Miley had her mouth gaped open, feeling abysmal for the distress in her friend's voice. She silently wrapped the weeping girl into her strong, caring arms, sanctioning her to cry into her chest. "Shh, it's okay sweetie. It's okay." The brunette spoke in a soft tone, running her hand through the long, blonde hair. "Everything will be all right, honey. You're going to be okay, Lilly. You're such a strong girl, sweetheart. And you're very brave as well. I know if I were in your shoes, I would never be able to put a smile on my face after all those obstacles you had to face. You're a beautiful person, Lilly, you seriously are. Don't ever let people tell you that you're not sweetie, because you are; inside and out."

Leanne sat with Lilly resting in her bed, stroking her hair softly. She hated watching her daughter suffer for so many years, it was heart breaking. The older woman wished frantically that she could trade places with her little girl, as she knew she could not face losing her.

The door to Lilly's room slowly opened, revealing her doctor. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Truscott. How's Lilly doing?" He asked as he glanced over towards the sleeping girl. He felt awful that the girl was dying and wished there had been something he could to help her out.

"Good afternoon, doctor Smith. She's doing a lot better with the news then anyone I could ever imagine. I think part of it is because her new friend's really helping her out which I'm overly thankful for. My sweet little girl deserves all the happiness she can get." The ill girl's mother spoke, running her hand softly down her daughter's back.

Doctor Smith gave a quick glance to Lilly, amazed with how strong she'd been with all the suffering she had gone through and the awful news she received just a few nights ago. "Your daughter is one of the strongest patients we've ever had. It's utterly amazing to see a smile on her face with everything she's had to deal with."

Sitting on the balcony outside her room, Miley softly strummed a tune on her guitar. Ever since she met Lilly she felt inversely towards life. The sweet and resilient girl had brought so much more meaning to things, it made her really think about what it's important in life. It also made her realize that she needed to take a break from her singing career so she could be there for her new friend.

Lost in her music and thoughts, she hadn't noticed her father's footsteps approaching her. "Hey bud." He spoke in his thick southern accent, taking a seat beside her. "How's that girl, Lilly, you met doing?"

The singer sighed quietly, carefully setting her guitar to the ground before scooting closer to her father. "Not good, daddy, not good at all." She snuggled into her father's embrace, he always knew how to give someone a good hug. "When I arrived on Saturday to see her, she was in the bathroom vomiting her guts out. The poor, poor thing. And after a while she told me that the doctor told her that she was dying! Daddy you have no clue how crushed she was…"

"Bud, you already knew she was dyin'… That's why you went and met her darling." Mr. Stewart looked down at his daughter with sympathy. He knew how big of a heart she had and was more than pleased with how caring she was. Miley had been one of the most caring people he'd ever known, besides his late wife.

"I know daddy, but she didn't. Her parents hadn't want her to know because they didn't want to upset her. Anyway she's such a sweetie, dad; I really want to help her." Miley said softly, looking up into her father's eyes.

Her father looked into her eyes, seeing how much she had cared about the girl. He gave her a sympathetic smile, ruffling her hair in the process. "Mile, darling, there's really nothing you can do to stop her from dying. All anyone can do for her is support her, love her, and pray for her. Even when she dies, she'll be in a better place bud; God will take care of her."

Miley rested her head on her father's shoulder, looking up at the night sky. She always had loved the twinkling stars and the beautiful moon. Each time she'd see a twinkling star, she knew it was her mother watching them. "I know daddy…But I want to be there for her. I want to take time off from singing so I can spend time with Lilly. I know I've only met her a few weeks ago but she means a lot to me, daddy. She's made me really appreciate the small things in life. And besides that, she needs a good friend in her life…especially now."

It had been almost a week now since Lilly had seen her favorite singer for the second time and she had really started to decline since then. Her white blood cell count had been extraordinarily high, her blood pressure extremely low, and her heart-rate had also been quite low. This had worried her parents beyond belief, it even had her doctor concerned.

Lilly lain wrapped loosely in her blankets as she stared blankly at the silent television. Ever since she'd been told that she was dying, she became more and more silent. She'd hardly spoken to her parents in the past few days and would only give a sad smile to her younger sister when she would stop by with their mother.

A soft knock was heard, but Lilly just ignored it, she could care less who came to see her. She knew that she shouldn't feel sorry for herself but she couldn't take it anymore, she was sick of being ill.

The door softly opened, revealing an overly concerned Miley. "Lilly, sweetie, are you okay?" The singer said, in a soft voice as she made her way towards Lilly's bed. She gave a sympathetic look to the girl, who had fresh tears running down her rosy red cheeks. "What's the matter angel? Huh?"

Lilly looked away, tears falling even more. Anger started to overtake her as she began screaming into her pillow, all her emotions she held inside for years started pouring out of her and she couldn't control it anymore.

Miley hurriedly rushed to her side, wrapping her arms gently, but snuggly, around her. "Shh, it's okay sweetheart…I'm here for you Lilly, you can cry. I'll be here to give you whatever comfort you need, you just tell me angel." She soothed while swaying back and forth as she held her hysterical friend.

"I-I c-can't take it anymore…I'm sick of my disease! All it's done is take over my life…I'm tired of it…I'm done." With that being said Lilly, rolled to her side, which caused excruciating pain to go through her spine and she let out a painful squeal.

The singer flinched at the sound of her painful squeal. Hearing her friend in so much pain only made her pull her into a gentle hug. She softly rubbed the crying girl's back, hoping to ease her pain somewhat. "Don't you ever give up, sweetie! You're the strongest person I've ever met. So please don't give up on living, Lilly. If you ever need someone to comfort you then please don't be afraid to call me sweetie. You're my friend and I want to help you."