June 11, 2015

Miley sniffed in some air, the smell of antiseptic stimulating her olfaction. Even with her eyes shut closed, she had no trouble figuring out the current place she was lying at. It wasn't as if it was her first time ever coming to this particular place.

E.R

She tried to open her closed eyelids but couldn't really bring herself to move the small muscles on her eyes. Actually, she couldn't really move any part of her body at all. Her ears perked up at the sound of someone entering the room, trying to sneak in. Even though she appreciated the effort, that somebody must be clumsy enough to do a such great job. Or they weren't trying to sneak in, but just keeping themselves quiet. The sound of flipping papers on the chart indicated that the someone was just a doctor. Ordering the nurse for more blood in her system, at least what she understood as, the doctor soon left the room with the nurse. But she felt another presence in the room. It was hovering over her. Then she noticed in her foggy mind that the room was too quiet to be the usual bustling, full of life E.R. It caught her off guard. There was no one in her family who could get her submitted to a private room. Especially when everyone was out of country for their precious little thing called vacation to even care about her. She desperately wanted to know who did all this, but all she could remember was her phone screen flashing with the time, which if she recalled correctly, the exact midnight of June 11th, 2015. And a faint ringtone of her phone ringing in the background. She made an attempt to flicker her eyes open again, concentrating fully on accomplishing the given task. She finally managed to move a finger, her pinky with the now too small ring Nick gave her for her first birthday they were celebrating together as a couple. Everything else stored away in the box, she just couldn't keep this one away. So she kept it, occasionally wearing it on her pinky since it was obviously too small for her now longer and thicker ring finger. Sure, her ring finger was actually quite busy for her engagement ring for a while, but that did not keep her from wearing that painful, yet hopeful memory time to time. Although she didn't hesitate for a second to discard the 18 karat enormous, too enormous for her taste, diamond ring, this one kept her sane and it didn't give her enough reason to get rid of it. It was actually really nothing but a simple gold band with some tiny gems, but she loved it way more than the ridiculously huge, heavy and meaningless diamond cursed with unforgivable lies.

She tried to move her fingers just once again, this time succeeding to jerk her second finger rather harshly, which happened to be connected with some kind of wire. Her sudden movement triggered the alarm, sending the other, and only awake person in the room to alert.

"Miley?" A worried voice came from the opposite side of the room. A woman, she could tell.
The heavy weight on her eyelids started to wear off as her eyes fluttered open. However, her vision was clouded with sudden light shone directly on to her, allowing her eyes only to see nothing but blurs. She narrowed her eyes, hoping it would help her now aching eyeballs. And as soon as it did, she stared straight ahead, meeting hazelnut brown eyes.

"Ari! What are you-" Ariana cut her off, shushing her with her own tiny finger.

"I… kinda guessed that it would be a tough day for you," Miley squinted her eye brows.

Wow. The trust she has is overwhelming.

"-since it's ya know.. June 11th? Niley Day?" Miley rolled her eyes at her friend.

"So I ringed you and you didn't pick up. It freaked me out cause you always pick up until like two in the morning. So I went over to your house, and…. You were just lying there. With all those blood over you-" Ariana rambled, probably still too nervous that she almost lost her best friend who truly understood her after all those incidents.

"I'm fine, Ari. I am fine" Miley stressed the word fine, proving that she was indeed okay, and most importantly, alive.

"I guess it was the best decision I've ever made in my whole life." Ariana muttered sarcastically, the concern now turning in to rage.

"Ari," Miley warned in a dangerous tone, but it only made her shrug it off.

A comfortable, yet unbreakable silence settled around them as neither of them made an attempt to start a conversation. Suddenly, a shouting match was heard to both of them, probably someone trying to shove off the mass amount of reporters and paparazzi on her room's doorway. Ariana made to the door, just in time for the door to burst open.

And much to Miley's surprise and dismay, Demi and Nick stumbled in.

"Oh my god! It's Demi and Nick! What a surprise! I mean who would have thought-, I mean why would they- Oh, who am I kidding." Ariana tried to cover up her excuse, soon to be dismissed by pairs of confused and disapproving eyes. Miley shot her a glare, but then sighed because she knew that there was no point at getting mad at her. All of her family members were out of the country and Miley knew for a fact that she needed someone in her family to see Miley and put her in to a private room. If it was anyone's fault, it would've been hers, for telling Ariana the big secret when she wasn't exactly sober.

"I can't believe you did this." Miley spat at Ariana.

"There are a lot of things we can't believe in our lives, Miley. Like something you just did last night." Demi's bitterness cut through her like a blade, as she helplessly watched her ex-best friend glaring at her with her arms crossed.

"Let me see if I get this right."

"Let's see if you do." Demi snapped right back.

"Ooh, are we now quoting Victorious?" Ariana's innocent voice broke the tension, only to make it even bigger. Demi shook her head sideways, with Nick staring at her all confused.

"NO!" Miley managed to shout it out. That girl can be so weird at times. She turned her attention back to Demi.

"Just because you and I were best friends and you got all over your difficulties and became a successful motivational speaker, means that I have to listen to you all the time and obey your orders?" Miley spat with venom filling her voice with each words spoken.

"Don't mock me and my life, Miley. You can't. You don't have the rights. Look at yourself. You're a pathetic little girl who is trying to make her miserable life less miserable by cutting away her sorrows." Demi retorted without over thinking her words, soon regretting it as she saw Miley's eyes reflecting so much pain. She was trying ever so hard to hide it, but she couldn't fool Demi. She knew too much for that. She knew how it felt.

Nick finally put a stop to his best friend's rage, placing a hand on Demi's shoulder. Then he nodded to Ariana, who quickly took it as her best chance to get out of this living hell. Ariana dragged Demi to the door, muttering a small apology towards Miley.

"Don't-" SLAM

"-go.." Her voice echoed throughout the room.

Miley quietly waited for his outburst. She knew that Nick was going to be worse than Demi. He had high expectations on her, which it seemed like she never succeeded to meet up. Nick took a deep breath, probably to find the right words to yell at her, or calming down the raw, dangerous emotions that started to ignite once again.

Nick took a step forward, his face showing no emotions ever since he got here.

"You know better than that." Nick simply stated, his voice straining as he tried to restrain himself from shouting at her.

"And you shouldn't be here." Nick just stared at her, his once loving eyes blank.

"Sorry, I thought we were playing a game, stating the obvious." Miley shrugged, playing innocent. However, Nick didn't play along. He just stared at her, and it made her breathless with all the tension.

"You have a girlfriend to please." Miley snapped at him, letting her bitterness get better of her.

"And don't we have a lot of things in common." Miley grimaced. And he had to mock her gender fluidity and her girlfriend.

"And why do you care?" Nick's eyes flashed hurt for a second, soon filled with emptiness.

"I- I'm sorry.. It's just," Miley stuttered, playing with her scratchy bed sheet, refusing to meet up with his gorgeous chocolate brown orbs.

"Do you love her?" Nick suddenly asked, out of the blue.

"No.. Love is a big word, Nicholas. We're just trying to enjoy our time together." Was that… jealously? No. It wouldn't be. He has his girlfriend, and she has her own.

"Don't call me Nicholas, Destiny." Miley frowned at her old name.

"I changed it, just so you know."

"I know." With that, Nick and Miley just stared at each other, as their eyes bore in to each other's.

"Don't ever do that to me again, Mi." His pained voice blazed her heart in to fire. She never meant to hurt anyone. Especially Nick. Honestly, she thought that he wouldn't even care.

"I- I thought you were going to die, Miles. You lying on that hospital bed, it was a nightmare all over again.. I thought I lost you." He choked on his own words, the emotions getting better of him.

"We already lost each other on that day, Nick. We already lost each other." Miley tried to act strong, but she knew that she won't be able to hold her walls up together much longer if this vulnerable conversation continued.

"I know." His soft voice whispered against her ears.

"I missed you, my dear husband."