Miley kneeled onto the floor. "God! My best friend is gone. Why couldn't it take me instead?"
That evening, Miley picked on her food.
"Miles! Into my room. Now. I'll be up in a second," Miley's dad said sternly.
Without a sound, Miley crept into her dad's room. The door closed, but her dad got a hold of it.
"Dad-" Miley began.
Miley's dad talked over her,"What's going on? You've always ate your food. Your mother. She fed you carefully. Don't you want to continue that?"
"That's not the problem Dad!" Miley screamed.
Her dad folded his arms across his chest. "Then what is the problem?"
"A nightmare. That's what led to this. Okay? The nightmare came true, Dad! L-l-lily."
"What about Lily?"
"She. She died."
That night, Miley slept with her dad.
"Good night, Miles," her dad said with a grunt as he turned around.
Miley whispered the words back to him. She closed her eyes.
In Miley's head, she was in Lily's puddle of blood. There were shoeprints on the floor covered with blood. Behind her, Lily was oozing blood. There was no use in trying to call the police now.
The thing that caught Miley's attention, were the shoeprints. It was just like Mickayla's. That day, when Michayla tried to kick Miley, she had put her foot on her shoulder. Miley had an opportunity to study it. A few curves on the top with a big, bold M, and more curves on th bottom.
A crazy thought crossed Miley. Could the killer be Mickayla? No way! Mickayla wouldn't do anything that had to do with blood or violence, would she?! Unless it had to do with tormenting Miley. Miley snapped her fingers, but she saw an action starting. The blood on the footprints were... DISAPPEARING! Oil could do the job. That same day, Miley overheard Mickayla read aloud her diary. Mickayla was finishing up and doing push-ups, so she couldn't make out what she was saying. She had only heard "I (grunt) put oil (grunt) bottom of (sigh)."
Miley crawled to her now dead friend. She closed Lily's eyes. Slowly, she took out her best friends forever bracelet from Lily. She had given it to her the second day they met. She put it back into her pocket.
On the ground next to Lily's back, there was a bracelet cut off of somebody's wrist. Miley leaned over to pick it up. There was a picture on it. Two pictures. One, cupid. Two, a heart. If cupid had a heart? Now this had to be Mickayla.
"Screw you, Mickayla. You are so absurd. For a while, you have been taciturn, but I have figured out what you were hiding from me. I felt the pain that you have caused," Miley said.
The siren of an ambulance and a police car came towards her way.
"Put your hands up! Don't move! Stay where you are!" a policeman ordered. Miley followed the orders.
A policeman came quickkly walking in with four nurses behind him. "You! Who are are you? What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I'm Miley Stewart. I am here because this is my house! This is my friend right here. Somebody. There has been a murder right in front of my eyes, and I have not realized it. I could not notice, for I was hiding for my good sake," Miley croaked.
One of the nurses came towards her. "Oh! Come here, baby girl. Are you okay? Tell me everything once we get to the hospital. WE cannot help your dear friend."
"NO! Do you know how long we have been best friends?! Almost my whole lifetime! I've lost a mother. I don't want to lose somebody else."
The beautiful nurse looked at her with a confused look. "I was reported that an adult man was murdered. Do you know anything about that?"
Miley stared at the nurse with a blank stare. A man? In this house? DAD!!! Miley sobbed into the nurse's silk uniform. Mickayla. She has gone too far.
With force, Miley stopped her teeth from chattering. She was sitting on a bench in the hospital with a warm blanket around her. They have reported both friend and family member dead. Jackson was signing a few forms at the front desk.
"Miles! Come here. I've got surprising news," Jackson yelled.
Reluctantly, Miley let go of the blanket and ran to her brother - her only family member left. "What is it?"
Jackson showed her a printed paper. It read:
We, the people of this hospital, hereby allow Miley and Jackson Stewart to stay in a room here, while the investigation goes on in your house. Please agree to our helpful offer.
"Can I sleep with you, Jackson?" Miley asked.
Jackson smiled,"Of course."