Hear Me Chapter 7: Because of You, a hannah montana fanfic

Chapter 7: Because of You

It's Monday now. It still seemed so unreal that my mother, Carolina Stewart, was… dead. I would still go downstairs to the kitchen, expecting to see my mom, but then see no one. Everyone in my family had a different way of dealing with her death. Dad for instance, is never home anymore. He takes a double shift at his job. Aunt Dolly hasn't come over since Friday. Jackson is always in his room watching TV. I am always in my room also. I rarely talk anymore, not that there's a point. Dad and Aunt Dolly are never here, and Jackson is always in his room.

I just got out of choir practice. Yes, I went to school. Dad wants it to be as normal as possible. Well, that's what he said when he was actually home. I headed to the front of the school to meet up with Jackson, but he didn't show up like he usually did. I guess I'm walking home.

Of course, Jacob had noticed my change the weekend after the musical. I was wearing all black today, instead of my colorful ones. I didn't talk much, and when he would ask me what's wrong, I would just ignore him. Eventually, at lunch, Jackson told him what happened. Jacob didn't ask what was wrong anymore.

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It's been a month since mom died. Her funeral was two weeks ago, and even Luann was sad.

Flashback

We were at mom's funeral. We kept it private, family only. Luann came up to me, wearing a black dress identical to mine. This was one of those moments when Luann and I can be mistaken for each other. We stared at each other for a minute, without having to say anything she pulled me into a hug. We stayed in that position, both crying. This time was the first time I saw her really cry. Others times, were the crocodile tears she used to convince our parents that she didn't mean to push me into the well.

Now, I'm attaching my blonde wig to my hair with bobby pins. Dad didn't like the idea of me getting attacked by news crews. I mean, who would? So I designed a new image and name, Hannah Montana. Hannah was mom's middle name. Great, now I'm going to cry. I can't cry or my mascara will run. That's right, I'm wearing makeup. Aunt Dolly said there would be less chances of someone recognizing my face.

The car ride was silent as dad drove Aunt Dolly, Jackson, and me to the recording studio. When we got there someone greeted us.

"Hey Robbie Ray," the man said, shaking dad's hand, then Aunt Dolly's, then Jackson's.

"Hello Ms. Montana," he said holding out his hand. "I'm Tim Stevenson."

"Hello Mr. Stevenson," I said, and shook his hand. He led us to a lobby inside the building.

"I'm going to need the rest of you all to stay here and wait," Tim said.

"Oh, all right," dad said. Tim led me down a hall and into another room.

"This is the recording studio," he said. Then he pointed to the other part of the room, where there was a glass wall, which I was guessing was sound proof. Inside, was a tall wooden stool and a microphone hanging in front of it. Outside the sound proof room was a large desk with to chairs by it. On the desk was a soundboard. "That is were where you're going to sing."

"Hello Tim, Hannah," a man said while walking in. "Hannah, I'm Marty Cline. I used to be your dad's manager.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Cline," I said.

"So let's get started now," Marty Cline said, and opened the door leading into soundproof room. "What sound are you going to sing?" he asked.

"Because of You by Kelly Clarkson," I replied, and walked into the room.

"Here Hannah," Tim handed me a pair of headphones.

"Thanks Mr. Stevenson," I said, taking them from him.

"Please, call me Tim."

"All right, Tim" I said. He left the room, closing the door behind him.

I put on the headphones and took a seat on the stool. Tim and Mr. Cline were sitting at the desk outside this soundproof room.

"You can begin now," Mr. Cline said, speaking into the microphone.

'This is for you, mom,' I thought before being to sing.

I will not make the same mistakes that you did
I will not let myself
Cause my heart so much misery
I will not break the way you did,
You fell so hard
I've learned the hard way
To never let it get that far

Because of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt
Because of you
I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me
Because of you
I am afraid

I lose my way
And it's not too long before you point it out
I cannot cry
Because I know that's weakness in your eyes
I'm forced to fake
A smile, a laugh everyday of my life
My heart can't possibly break
When it wasn't even whole to start with

I watched you die
I heard you cry every night in your sleep
I was so young
You should have known better than to lean on me
You never thought of anyone else
You just saw your pain
And now I cry in the middle of the night
For the same damn thing

Because of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt
Because of you
I try my hardest just to forget everything
Because of you
I don't know how to let anyone else in
Because of you
I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty
Because of you
I am afraid

Because of you
Because of you

"That was amazing Hannah!" Mr. Cline said once I exited the sound proof room.

"Thanks," I said. We went back out to the lobby, where dad, Aunt Dolly, and Jackson were waiting. The adults talked while me and Jackson sat, not really paying attention. We left not long after that.

A/N: Because of You, another Kelly Clarkson song. I kinda rushed this chapter, but that's because I was reading my summary for this story. 'First few chapters are in the past.' That's right, I kinda forgot that I was only starting off in the past. As you could tell, after 7 chapters, and still in the past, I over did it. But that's okay because it seems like you guys really like it. So I'll do my part, and work on chapter 8, and when I get some good reviews from you guys, I'll post asap.