NEW CHAPTER!!! Okay, I just realized that I left a chapter out. I have no idea how I did this. Okay, now I know why a lot of people have been asking how Lily got hurt. I'm so sorry about this, and now this is all going to be messed up. Well, I'm fixing it, so here you go. This is the real chapter three. Sorry again!

Lily caught her breath, her eyes widening when she realized what she had just said. She had never planned to say that to Miley, never had she planned to tell her that… now everything was going to be ruined, Miley would never want to be friends with her, Oliver would find out, and then everyone in the whole school would know...

"Hey, Lily, are you okay?" Miley asked, snapping her out of her reverie.

"Yeah, uh, I'm fine," she said.

"What were you going to tell me?" Miley asked, looking at her curiously.

"I, uh, I… I was going to…" She couldn't believe that she was doing this. This was actually going to happen. After three years, she was finally going to tell Miley about this feeling that had been developing deep down inside of her. At first, she hadn't recognized it, but now…

"Are you sure you're okay?" Miley asked. "Hey, look, if me ditching you last night really hurt you that much, you don't have to…"

"No, no, I'm fine," Lily said quickly, cutting Miley off. "Honestly, I wasn't thinking about that at all. It's just… there's something I've been wanting to tell you for awhile, and it's really hard to put into words."

"Well, you can go ahead and say whatever you want to," Miley said, taking her pillow and hugging it close to her chest. "I'm not going to get mad at you. I mean, not after what I've done to you, and after what you've done for me. You're the best friend anyone could ever have."

"Please stop saying that," Lily said, kneading her forehead with her knuckles.

"But it's true…"

"Just don't," Lily said, looking up, tears starting to fill up her eyes. "Look, I know that's what you think, but it isn't true. I'm the most horrible friend anyone could have, the most horrible friend you could have. Oh God, how do I explain this?"

"Lily, is something wrong?" Miley asked, her eyes wide with worry. "You… you're scaring me."

"Yes, yes, that's good!" Lily exclaimed, jumping off the bed and backing away from Miley. "You should be scared of me! Don't ever talk to me again, don't come near me, pretend I don't even exist!"

"What's going on?" Miley asked, starting to cry again.

"I… I… there's been something happening to me, Miley," Lily said, looking down at her hands. "It's been happening for awhile, but I've just recently realized what it actually means. I've been feeling… different. Not a good different, a bad different. I think. This is too hard, just kill me now."

Miley was suddenly standing in front of her, grasping both of her hands. "Lily, whatever it is, I'll be here for you," she said. "I promise, I won't get mad."

"I like you, Miley," Lily whispered, unable to look Miley in the eyes.

She laughed. "Well I should hope so, after being friends for what, three years?"

"Not like that," Lily whispered, and Miley stopped laughing. "I… I 'like' like you. Like the way you liked Jake, except a lot more, tons more, the most I've ever liked somebody, or you've ever liked somebody, or anyone's ever liked anybody."

Lily looked up at Miley, who was standing there, a surprised expression on her face, still holding her hands. She pried her hands out of Miley's, taking another step back, and then another. Miley didn't seem to notice. Her eyes seemed far away. "Look, Miley, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be here right now," Lily said. "This is… this is wrong, and I shouldn't have said anything. I should have just made up some excuse not to be friends with you. I'm sorry."

"Why?" Miley asked.

"What?" Lily asked, confused.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" Miley asked, shaking her head and looking at Lily. "Did you not trust me enough to tell me? Did you want to keep it a secret from me? Did you want to… to try and get close enough to me to guilt me into starting a relationship with you?"

"No, I…"

"Did you think that maybe I would start to like you, too?" Miley asked a little louder. "Did you think that maybe I would forget everything that happened with Jake Ryan, praise you, and then fall in love with my savior? Because it isn't going to happen Lillian Truscott!"

Lily recoiled as if she had been slapped. Miley had never used her fully name before. She shook her head, backing away from her, towards the doorway leading out to the hall. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm sorry." And then she turned and ran.

Grabbing her bike from where it had been thrown on the sidewalk, she threw her leg over the seat and started pedaling, trying to keep from crying. She should have known that Miley would hate her for the way she felt about her. And she should have known better than to actually tell her how she felt.

Tears blinded her as she pedaled quickly down the sidewalk. She could hear people yelling at her, telling her to slow down, but she ignored them. Suddenly, she felt her bike stop, but she kept going forward. There was the feeling of flying, and then landing. Pain shot through every bone in her body, and she could hear people gathering around her, screaming, calling her name, crying.

There was a blinding light and she squeezed her eyes shut. Then everything was dark. She opened her eyes and she couldn't see anything. Things rustled all around her, horrifying sounds, but nothing she could see, only darkness. The scrape of something against wood, metal clanging against metal, nails on a chalkboard, the howling of wild animals, growling, chanting, swearing, laughing, shouting. All of the sounds bombarded her and she started to scream, trying the block them out of her mind, but she couldn't move her arms, she couldn't move her body, she couldn't speak. She could only scream and scream and scream.

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Lily woke up to the sound of beeping, relieved that she could see, even if the only thing she could see was the white ceiling above her. She was laying on her back on a bed, her hair spread out under her head, tickling the back of her neck. Wanting to itch it, she tried to move her arm, but found that she couldn't feel it. Scrunching her eyebrows together, she found that she couldn't move anything below her neck. She tried to move her head, but a sharp pain ran through her and she gave up.

"Miss Truscott, can you hear me?" a woman's voice asked.

"Yes," she rasped, wincing at the pain in her dry throat.

"Here, your throat is probably dry, let me get you some water to drink," the woman said. "I'll be right back, okay? Don't move."

As if I could, Lily thought to herself.

A moment later, she heard a door open and footsteps, and she sensed someone at the side of her bed. Someone leaned over her, casting a shadow on her face. She could make out the face of a woman, brown eyes, wrinkles, a tight line for a mouth, and a pointy nose. She immediately dubbed her the Wicked Witch of the West for the fierce look she had on her face.

"Here's a straw you can sip through," the woman said kindly, putting the tip of a straw at her mouth. "Try not to drink to fast or too much, the doctors don't want you to get sick. Just take small sips. There's a girl."

The straw was pulled away and Lily heard the cup set on a table to her right. The woman disappeared from her view for a moment and then reappeared.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

Lily considered the question for a moment. "Like someone shot me in the head and then cut off my body," she said. "I can't feel anything below my neck."

The woman nodded. "Good," she said. "The doctor gave you some medication so you can't feel any pain below your neck. Do you remember anything that happened at all before this?"

Miley ditching her to go out with Jake Ryan, the school hottie. Waiting for three hours outside her house. Throwing herself a pity party. Getting the call from Miley. Hearing from Miley that she had been beat up. Telling her that she loved her. Miley's surprised face. "Did you think that maybe I would forget everything that happened with Jake Ryan, praise you, and then fall in love with my savior? Because it isn't going to happen Lillian Truscott!" Grabbing her bike from in front of Miley's house and pedaling down the sidewalk. Tears streaming down her face as she rode her bike. Pain, incredible pain. Then darkness.

"Kind of wish I didn't remember," she muttered, and the woman smiled, revealing perfectly even, white teeth.

"It's good that you remember," she said cheerfully, disappearing from her line of vision again. "That means that you don't have amnesia."

Amnesia, Lily thought to herself. Complete or partial loss of memory caused by brain memory or shock. "What happened to me?" she asked.

"Well, the man that called 911 said that you had been riding your bike a little too fast without a helmet and that the front wheel of your bike hit a rock," the woman said. "When the ambulance got there, they found you knocked out cold with a very big bump on your head."

"You know, I would really appreciate it if you would stop talking to me like I'm a little kid," Lily snapped, and the pain in her head got stronger. "I'm sixteen years old and I think I deserve to be treated as an adult."

"Okay, then, I'll treat you like an adult," the woman said, and Lily heard the scrape of something across the floor. "What do you want to know?"

"How bad am I hurt?"

Lily could hear the rustling of papers and the woman cleared her throat. "It looks when you flew off your bike, you did a flip in the air and landed on your back," she said. "You seem to have broken several of your vertebrae, some bones in your shoulders, and your left hip bone. It also looks like you have a small crack in the back of your skull, but it isn't anything the doctors are worried about now that you've woken up."

"And what would have happened if I hadn't woken up?" Lily asked. Now that the woman mentioned it, she could feel something hurting in the back of her head.

"Then the doctors would be very worried that you would never wake up again," the woman said, and there was a smack as she set something down on a table to the right side of Lily's bed. "But that doesn't matter anymore, because you woke up and you're going to be fine. Now I'm going to get the doctor. You just stay here."

"What am I supposed to do, grow wings and fly away?" Lily asked. "It's not like I can move, anyways. Remember, I can't feel anything below my neck?"

She could almost see the woman smiling, and then there were footsteps, the sound of a door opening, and then closing.

Okay, once again, I'm really sorry about messing this up. I'm getting this sorted out now, so please review this chapter. This is the newest chapter, so please review this one. Thank you all for hanging in there with me.

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