Srry 4 not updating in a while, but here I am now!! Enjoy,
CHAPTER TWO: Tragedy
Tragedy: noun. 1. unhappy fate. Lot, bad fortune, misfortune, doom, problem, error, mistake.--Ant. Happiness, fortune, success.
The perfect word for the worst situation.
"She was hit by a drunk driver." Sobbed Mrs. Truscott.
A drunk driver? I thought they only drove at night, on highways. Not in the middle of the day in a neighborhood!
"The lady brought her to the hospital..."
The lady? I thought only guys drove drunk, not women.
"But it was too late."
I felt a little weight come off my shoulders. Now there were three people to blame: 1. The drunk driver. 2. The doctors. 3. Me. Then, I tried to let myself off the hook even more, by saying it was all Hannah Montana's fault. It was her pictures, after all. But that didn't help at all. Do you want to know the reason? I'm Hannah Montana. As if he was reading my mind, Dad said,
"What about your concert?"
"Tomorrow?!" He nodded. "There is no way. My best friend d-d-d...died today." The truth hit me hard. It was like I was just slugged in the stomach. Lilly wasn't just gone for a couple hours, or even a month or two, she was dead. FOREVER. I leaned back in the seat of the car, and started crying again. Crying wasn't the word, drowning in my own salty tears, was the word.
"Sorry, Honey. I'll have it cancelled, no matter how hard that'll be." He pet my hair and gently wiped my tears away, but they kept coming.
"Tomorrow's Tuesday." I thought about how hard school would be to sit through. A million times harder to sit through than 3:29pm on the last day of school.
"Don't worry about it, Bud. Just relax. You'll take tomorrow off."
I don't remember relaxing at all. I got home, locked myself in my bedroom with a box-full of tissues and cried my heart out. Do tragedies come in three's? My mom died, Jake left and Lilly...is gone. Hopefully it does.
Knock, knock.
"Go away." I moaned and sucked down a pound full of snot and spit and salty tears that had strayed into my mouth.
"Can't I come in?" Oliver asked.
"Fine." I closed my puffy, bloodshot eyes. "The key is on top of the door."
I don't know how that shrimp was going to reach it, all I knew was that I wasn't stepping out from my warm, safe covers. Finally, the doorknob turned and there was Oliver, stading in my used-tissue-filled room.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"No." I wiped my mascara-smeared face.
"Are you going to school tomorrow?"
"No." I didn't even bother to ask him if he was. I was in pain. Deep, unhealable pain.
"Me neither."
"Cool."
"Yah."
There wasn't much to talk about. I mean, what do you talk about to your friend when your best friend...was gone? It was as awkward as when I told Oliver I was Hannah Montanna, times a million. Normally, Oliver and I weren't alone together. Lilly was always there to break the ice.
"Oh, Lilly!" A lump formed in my throat.
"Huh?" Oliver snapped back into reality. "Sorry, I wasn't listening."
We sat in silence a few minutes longer before Oliver said, "I'd better go home to eat." And even though it was four-o'-clock in the afternoon, I just nodded.
"Just remember--I'm here for you."
Once again, I nodded. It was like I was an emotion-less robot. Nodding, sitting, and staring. I felt like I was the dead one, or asleep. Yah, that's it! This is all a wacked-out dream, no, a nightmare. Soon, I'll wake up and Lilly will skateboard here, and we'll look through the Hannah pictures. And then we'll argue over whether to go to the mall or the beach, but the beach always wins. Maybe we can even have a sleep over tonight, like we like to do. And even though it's a school night, I'm sure I can pressure my dad into it. We could pick out outfits together and ride, or maybe walk, to school. Yah.
Now, all I have to do is wake up.
sorry, there was really no point to this chapter, maybe the next one'll be better. Miley's in extreme denial. But don't be fooled, Lilly did get hit by a car, and she did die. Miley just wants to fool herself. But denial can't last forever. Please Review!
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Blue-eyedchick