Author's Note: Just a quick announcment before we start. I just wanted to say that I don't think I'm going to continue writing This Love is Ours. I just lost inspiration for writing it and I didn't get it back from after the long break I took from writing. I'm kind of dissapointed in myself since I planned out a whole bunch of great ideas for that story. I thought I would enjoy writing it. I'm really sorry for those who read it and liked it. But anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter..

Miley woke up from a terrible dream. Her boyfriend hit her, and when she went home, she let all of her anger, sadness, and frustration out by slicing her wrist with a sharp blade. The dream didn't stop there. She was taken to the hospital. Then, she had gone crazy. Thankfullt, that was only a dream. Nick would never hurt her. Miley would never harm herself. Right?

There was a problem. Miley wasn't in her own room. She was in a room full of white. There was nothing in this small room. Nothing. There wasn't even a bed, pillow, or a blanket so she could be comfy. No TV to watch. No iPod to listen to. No food to eat. There she was, laying on the floor only in her thin hospital gown. "That wasn't a dream, was it?" she asked herself. She wanted to get out of there, but the door was probably locked shut.

That didn't stop her. She leaped up to the door and started banging on it with her fists as hard as she could. "Get me out of here!" she screamed. "Someone help! Get me out of here!" She whined for a few minutes, then slid to the floor since she realized it was no use. No one could her. No one could save her. She was convinced that she would die in this room.

She examined her knuckles, which were red with blood. The rest of her hand was sore and raw. Her eyes wandered up her arms, and noticed her left arm was bandaged. Red stains were very visible. Bruises were all over her other arm. "What has become of me?" She was starting to become afraid of herself. Her lip quivered, then came the tears. Burying her face in her hands, she cried silently.

It seemed like hours passed before Miley heard the door open. A blonde woman was standing in the doorway with a nurse's outfit on, carrying a tray of hospital food. She frowned when she looked down at Miley. "Miley, I'm your nurse, Alexis. I brought you lunch."

"What happened to me?" Miley's voice shook. "Why am I in here? I just want to go home."

"Well, last night," Alexis began. "You were freaking out and started pulling at your hair, clawed the cuts on your arm, and even threw some items across the room," she sighed, telling Miley the story. "It scared your mother. Our only choice was to bring you here." Why didn't Miley remember this?

"How long do I have to be here?" she asked the nurse. The answer was a few days. "Can I see Joe?" she asked after that. Fifteen minutes later, Joe walked in the room. "Joe, you have no idea how happy I am to see you!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around her best friend and pulling him into a hug.

"Let go of me," Joe tried to squeeze out of the tight hug that was hurting him. "You're crushing my rib cage." Miley let go of him and said sorry. "It's okay," he laughed.

"Can I leave now? I need to get as far away from here as possible. You said you'd take me." She remembered how the night before, Joe explained to her that he wanted to take her with him and go far away from this town and she said no. Yet, she was begging for him to do it now.

Joe looked around the small white, empty room. "We can't leave now. You have to stay in here for a few days. I can't just take you out of here now." He looked straight into her eyes. The plead for help that could be seen in her eyes made him feel bad. Sadness filled his soul. He wanted to help, he really did. But was it really worth it?

"Joe, please!" Miley cried. "You're all I have left. You're my only hope. You are my chance of getting freedom! Please help me," she told him. Joe just looked at her, shaking his head. Sadness could be seen in his eyes. "You're supposed to be my best friend." Miley crossed her arms and turned away from her friend visiting her.

Joe thought for a moment. "Ok, I'll help you." He wanted to take back those words. Right when he said that he'd help her escape, he knew it was a mistake. But after all, Miley was his best friend. He knew that Miley would do anything to help him, and he certainly knew that he'd do anything to help her. And this was his chance.

Miley smiled widely and turned around right away. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She pulled him into another hug. "I knew I could count on you," she smiled with her face buried in Joe's strong neck.

Joe smiled and stroked her back gently with his hand, then pulled back after a few moments and looked at her. "How are we going to escape without getting caught?" he asked. "Chances are that they'll find us and put you back in here and forbid me to visit you."

"Don't think of the worst Joe. Think positive," Miley smiled. "We're going to get out of here safely. Besides, I can't stand to be in here any longer. I feel like the air is running out of here and it's suffocating me."

Joe looked around the room. "Yeah, I would hate to be in here too.

"Not helping," Miley shot him a playful glare. "So, when do we leave?"

The door to the room opened and Alexis peered in. "Five more minutes, Joe," she warned, then closed the door. Joe put his ear up to the door and heard faint footsteps walking down the hall.

Joe took a deep breath and looked at his watch. "I think we have time to make a run for it now. Are you ready?" He looked at his friend and raised an eyebrow at her.

"Of course I'm ready!" Miley shout out with joy. She grabbed Joe's hand and opened the door, running out and pulling him along behind her. The two ran as fast as they could without being seen.

Alexis the nurse opened the door to the white room to tell Joe that his visiting time was over. "Joe, I'm sorry, but—" she stopped when she noticed that the room was empty. No one was inside. "Where did they go?" she asked angrily out loud. She ran out of the room and cried, "They've escaped!"