Chapter 3-

Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Who… the question echoed in Miley's head. I am nothing, she responded. I am nothing. At this, Miely screamed and laid her head on the floor. She was embarrassed to go through this routine while being watched, but she couldn't help it. Hopefully it would be better than others…

The memories came like daggers to her body- punching, scraping, slicing what was left of her away. Faces of the ones she did love and had loved so long ago. The ones who betrayed her, the ones who destroyed her. One of those faces…belonged to her.

She destroyed herself.

With a wail, Miley sat up and continued to bawl. She saw Sally's frightened face above and she whimpered. The emotional pain was endless, likes waves lapping at her heart. The bruises that had been yellowing came back with a vengeance. Miley tried to cover her left leg, the one that was covered with bandages. Blood seeped out from a cut near her ankle and made the bandage a dark crimson But Sally had already spotted it.

"What have you done?" the girl shrieked.

What have you done? What have you done? What have I done?? Miley nearly smirked. I've done a lot of things, she thought, and I don't think you'd want to be documenting any of them.

Not that her life couldn't have been a novel. No, no…it could have been a best seller. A depressing, self-centered best seller. But Miley didn't have the patience nor courage to write all down- that would only bring on another screaming fit as the memories stung like bees.

The torn woman sat up, swiping viciously at her red eyes. Sally stared at her, face twisted with terror and fascination.

"I'm sorry," Miley rasped, coughing into her palm. The cough was hoarse, which made her emotions spin with another memory.

"No, I am," Sally whispered softly. The girl fell her knees and gazed at her broken neighbor. "What…why are you…"

Miley suddenly became interested with her moccasins. "Let's just say you don't want to be me." Sally frowned.

"You're not horrible, right?" she bit her lip. The woman glanced up and glared.

"Wrong."

Sally didn't move.

"I think you should leave," Miley nodded towards the door. "You'll be wanting to turn that paper in."

"I don't have a paper," the girl said sheepishly. "I…wanted to…know you."

Silence.

"Me? Why me?" Miley hadn't had anyone wanting to know her...for a long while.

"I like mysteries."

"I'm not a mystery."

"You're discrete. You never see anyone, never talk to anyone. That's strange."

"It's not strange- that's called keeping to yourself."

"It's called 'you are hiding something.'"

Miley stared menacingly into Sally's green eyes.

"You're brave, aren't you?" she smiled a little. The girl shrugged.

"I'm curious."

"Nosy."

"Interested."

Miley sighed.

"Go home, Sally. There's a lot more interesting things than me," she said. Sally snorted.

"What about this room?" she waved her hand to display the immense closet.

"It's a closet," Miley shot back.

"It's a BIG closet."

"So?"

"So..." Sally thought. "Umm...why do you dress like a teenager and have the room of one?"

"I'm mentally disturbed!" Miley yelled sarcastically. Sally's gaze was hard.

"No. You...have to tell me something," she whispered.

"I don't have to telll you anything."

"Or I tell everyone about this place," Sally threatened. Miley's dark eyes went wide.

"Who are you going to tell?"

"Everyone. Maybe I'll make a blo-"

"ALRIGHT!!! Why are you torturing me like this??" Miley seemed annoyed.

"I'm trying to help you."

"Help me?? I don't need help! I'm perfectly fi-" she stopped short. She wasn't. She wasn't good. Or ok. Certainly not 'fine'.

"Don't you want to talk to someone?" Sally pestered. "Maybe it'll help the pain go away."

Miley didn't answer.

"Please?"

"You're a crazy little girl, you know that? I could be an insane pyscho and you wouldn't care."

"As far as I'm concerned, you are an insane pyscho," Sally giggled. Miley gave a crooked grin.

"Alright," she said and ten minutes later, the two sat on the couch, staring at one another.

"Where do we start?" Sally asked. Her neighbor laughed.

"Well I think there is something that you should know first...."

Cliffhanger!! I bet you can guess what this it is. Yes, I know the whole idea is sort of contrived and this is still an introductory chapter. Next will be a flashback. And I'm not going to put anything that has already been on Tv. It's all going to be my ideas= from where the show is now. I think every flashback will represent a couple months. Anyway, flame, praise, comment, but please review!!! Thnx :)

-MEGGEM