Hi! This is two chapters put into one. Usually I don't do OCC's but I needed some way for the flashbacks to start.

Thanks to isi92 and CaseyBug14 for reviewing! I can't tell you how much I appreciate it. Hopefully you'll stay with me through the story :) And yes, there will be lots of Moliver.

R&R! :P

-MEGGEM

Chapter 1-

The old Stuart house was for sale, Sally noticed. The person living in it, Miley Stuart, put the sign in herself. Many people said the same statement of Miley Stuart: That girl has a sour face. According to them, she used to be beautiful. But now, at 32 years old, she had the face of a person who had lost their soul.

The plastic surgery she had condemned herself too had started about 6 years ago. No one knew why she made the choice, but one day Miley had left her home in a fury and had come back later looking like a mismade doll. The breast implant was noticable and so was the facelift, collagen and nose job. But none of these made Miley more beautiful. They had only destroyed her.

Everyone knew her story. She was a motherless girl, living with her father and brother through her teenage years. Her father remarried about 7 years back, to some awful woman who had mentally abused the poor man and nearly caused him to commite sucicide. Miley still lived in the house, had not went to college and had disappeared off the face of the Earth for a year.

Soon a man started visiting the Stuart house frequently. About two weeks after he started showing up, there was a scream and a crash late in the night. The man ran out of the house and drove off quick. The police came and found Miley curled up in a ball in the bedroom. She refused to tell anyone what happened.

Miley rented the house out to some people for a few years and it was said that she was traveling Europe. Her dad, still unstable from the abusive marriage, went with her. Later in the years, Miley returned home and ran the people from her house, screaming that they should never return. She bought the house back and lived there under surveliance of the police up to present day. And now, the Stuart house was for sale again.

Chapter 2-

Sally Green, the teenage girl down the road, had become fascinated with Miley Stuart for some time. Her parents told her to leave the woman alone and move on but Sally still thought that there was something strange about her closest neighbor. Sally, after lots of thinking, went down to the house with a paper and clipboard and cautiously knocked on the door. The door opened slowly and Miley Stuart glared at her.

"Yes?" she sighed, like the whole world was balanced on her shoulders. A pink skirt fell to her knees and white caridgan clung to her torso. Sally gulped.

"Hi, I'm Sally," the girl said quietly and forced a smile. Miley didn't return the gesture.

"Umm, my class is doing project where you have to learn things about your neighbors. And you are my only neighbor so.." Sally laughed awkwardly. Miley's stare didn't soften one bit.

"Anyway…I-I just wanted to ask you s-s-some questions, if you don-on't mind?" the girl stumbled over her words. Miley frowned.

"Okaaayy….what do you want to know?" she leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms.

"Well umm.." A raindrop fell on her forehead. Sally looked up at the dark clouds.

"Can I come in? It's starting to rain," she asked. Miley sighed and opened the door wider.

"Sure…I guess," she said and Sally walked inside, studying every detail. There was an old couch and a tv set in the living room. A small landing contained a piano and several guitars.

"Oh, you play the piano and guitar?" Sally presumed.

"No," Miley responded. Her tone was like steel. Ooo-kay, Sally thought, looking at her feet. There was a small kitchen with an island and a refridgerator. A table with people's legs stood by the stairs. Kind of freaky. There was a balcony of some sort behind the stairs.

"It's nice," Sally said softly, assuming that Miley Stuart knew what she was talking about.

"Well, it's home," Miley replied quietly. Sally turned and the brunette was lounging on the couch.

"Go ahead, sit down," the woman urged and Sally fell into the blue seat.

"Soo…." Miley raised her eyebrows, waiting.

"Umm, what's your full name?" Sally asked, biting her lip.

"Miley Ray Stuart," she responded and Sally wrote it down.

"How old are you?" she said next. Miley glowered.

"I'm 32." The only sound was the scratching of the pencil.

"Where were you born?"

"Tennesse."

"Do you have any family there?"

"Yes." Scratch, scratch, scratch.

"Do you have any kids?" Sally

"What?" Miley's brow furrowed. "Oh. No, I don't."

"Are you married?"

There was a long sigh. Sally's pencil hovered over the paper. "No." Miley whispered longing. "I'm not."

Hmm, though Sally. Interesting.

"What do you like to do?"

"Sing." The response seemed final.

"What don't you like to do?"

"Look at photo albums." Sally's head snapped up and stared at Miley. The woman stared back. Her eyes seemed lost in a void.

"Can I, umm, use your bathroom?" Sally asked. Miley frowned.

"Yeah… It's up the stairs to your left and then to the right." Sally nodded.

"Thanks," Sally said and jumped up, skipping up the stairs like someone who had to use the bathroom, even though she didn't. The girl washed off her face and pressed her ear against the door. There were quiet footsteps outside, like someone pacing. Sally frowned. She doesn't trust me?? She jiggled the handle lightly and heard the footsteps get quicker and fainter. Sally opened the door and saw Miley's form disappearing down the hall. That should buy me a couple minutes, she thought and crept down the hall. There was a big sign on a door that said MILEY'S ROOM: STAY OUT JACKSON!!! Sally looked around and crept inside.

The room was shocking. It looked like the room of a young girl! Maybe Miley wasn't okay in the head.

"Sally? You okay??" Miley's voice was in the hall. It sounded suspicious. Sally gasped and, on a whim, threw herself into the closet and slid against the back wall of it. Her hand touched some metal and her eyes looked down. A handle? Curious, Sally turned the knob slowly and the 'wall' behind her opened up. Whoa.

The girl tumbled backward, head over heels, and rolled before stopping. She glanced around, mouth open, and gasped.

"What do you think you are DOING?" Sally jumped up and say Miley staring at her, eyes like fire, wild even.

"I'm sorry!! I fell-"

"Why are you in MY CLOSET????" The woman was enraged, her voice a screech. She sprang forward and grabbed Sally by the arms. The poor girl trembled, tears leaking from her eyes.

"You can't ever tell anyone about this! EVER!" Miley was shaking. In her eyes, Sally thought, there was…fear. The young girl stared back. Miley is insane, she decided.

"Who are you?" Sally shouted. This made the pyscho freeze. All of a sudden, the woman dropped her arms, fell to her knees, and let out a loud groan. Sally wanted to leave, but her legs wouldn't move. What did I get myself into?

Miley isn't totally insane- even though I made her sound like it. So....whadda think? I'll try to update every or every other day.

-MEGGEM