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l-o-v-e

The rain was hitting the roof like bullets. The sound used to be peaceful, but now it was unearthing. It made me think about things. Some things I never wanted to think anymore.

I numbly stood up and walked over to the window. I pulled back the curtains and peeked out at the angry sky. Uninterested, I dropped the curtains back over the window. I walked over to my stereo that had two years of dust gathered on it. I hesitated before turning it on.

Music was better than the rain.

Some random song I'd never heard filled the room. I could still hear the rain. I turned the volume up to sixteen.

Pitter, patter, pitter, patter

I turned the volume up to twenty-six.

Pitter, patter, pitter, patter

I turned the volume knob up as loud as it would go. I couldn't hear the rain anymore. The music was so loud it made the picture's on my wall shake. My body throbbed with the music and my ears were numbing.

The more numb, the better.

I collapsed on the floor and pulled my knees up to my chest. A few moments later, my door was thrown open and my dad stood at the doorway holding his ears.

He was saying something but I couldn't hear what he was saying. All I could hear was the beat of the music. He tried screaming it, but I couldn't hear it. He finally just came in and shut off the stereo. I looked at him with panic in my eyes. I could hear the rain...I could see his face, I could hear his voice. No! Make it go away!

I screamed out as I clasped my hands over my ears. Make it stop...make it stop...

"Miley? Are you okay?" Dad asked in panic. I rocked back and forth and held on to my ears.

"Make it stop," I moaned over and over again. I could still hear his voice. He is telling me he loves me...I cried out...he is telling me he'll never leave me again...I screamed. My heart was breaking all over again. Pain was spearing through me. Pricking me, paralyzing me. Why, why did he leave?!

No! I can't think like that! I can't think at all!

I tried clearing my mind, but he face was there every time I shut my eyes. Suddenly, I felt a pair of arms around me. I looked up through the blinding pain to see my dad sitting down beside me. His arms were around me and he was stroking my hair. I couldn't stop screaming.

"You're gonna be okay, bud," my Dad muttered tearfully as he stroked my hair, "You'll get better."

I stopped screaming a few minutes later. Dad stayed with me until I drifted off to sleep.

L-o-v-e

I woke up the next morning with a headache. The sun was shinning through my curtains and I was tucked in bed. Daddy must'a carried me to bed last night. I shut last night from my thoughts.

I pulled myself out of bed and walked to my closet. I opened it and pulled out the first outfit I saw. A pair of white pants and a green shirt. I slipped off my pajamas and pulled the clothes on. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth to get the taste of my screaming out of my mouth. I washed my face to get rid of the sound and memory of what I saw last night. I brushed my hair and brushed the pain away with it.

When I walked downstairs, I heard Daddy and Jackson talking.

"I can't believe your sending her off, Dad! She just needs time to get over Jake's--

I stopped listening as I leaned against the wall. The word pierced through my body. I took a deep breath.

"--I've given her two years, Jackson. She needs help. You saw her last night, she was screaming and muttering his name over and over again and saying "make it stop!", she needs help we can't give her here."

I didn't remember saying his name.

"When did she fall so hard for him?" I heard Jackson ask my Dad.

"I don't know, son. I don't know."

I found myself walking down the rest of the stairs and into the kitchen. They both looked up when I walked in and stopped talking. I sat down in a chair.

"How you feeling?" Dad asked as he hugged me. I merely shook my head in a no comment way and stared at the food in front of me.

"Eat." Jackson ordered from my side. They were watching me. I didn't like people watching me.

"Miley?" I heard a voice cautiously ask from the doorway. I looked up to see Lilly and Oliver standing there. They walked over to me and each hugged me.

They acted like I was dying.

In a way, I guess I was.

"Your Dad told us about the cruise," Oliver started. They waited, I didn't say anything so they continued.

"We think it's a good idea. You need to get over Ja--

I shuddered and covered my ears.

"--him."

It was no use telling them I wasn't in love with him anymore. I wasn't anything. I was a zombie.

"Don't do that," Jackson interjected, "you go ahead and say his name. She needs to get over this. Jake. Jake Ryan."

I shoved my fingers into my ears.

"Jake zombie-slaying Ryan."

Leslie.

"Jake Ryan. Jake Ryan. Jake Ryan. Jake Ry--

"STOP!" I screamed loudly as I nearly fell out of my chair. My eyes were wide and my face pale. I didn't want to see his face...I didn't want to be reminded of him...I wanted to act as though he never existed.

"NO! You stop!" Jackson screamed, "Jake Ryan, Jake Ryan, Jake---

Smack

I looked up in fright. Had I done that?! My hand was extended and my palm tingling. Pain leaked through me. Everyone was looking at me in surprise. Including Jackson. He was holding his cheek in surprise and staring at me.

It was silent before Jackson stood up and said coldly, "Have a great time on your cruise."

With that he stormed out of the door. If I had any tears left, I would have cried. I was shaking. Oliver looked furious. Not at me though, I could tell he was mad at him. He kept muttering things underneath his breath. Lilly was sobbing. She wrapped her arms around me. I sat there numbly.

What had I done? What had he done to me?