So here's another one. It's really different from my other ones, slightly darker. But it should be okay.

Disclaimer: Kelly Clarkson owns the song used, not me. I only own the plot, the idea, and the writing. Yeash.

Summary: Its like he's a drug, a demon she can't face down. She can't get him out of her head, and he's slowly killing her.

Pairing: Mentioned Jiley, kind of one sided, too.

Addicted

It's like you're a drug
It's like you're a demon I can't face down
It's like I'm stuck
It's like I'm running from you all the time
And I know I let you have all the power
It's like the only company I seek is misery all around

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. The standard clock on the wall in the large closet merrily ticked and tocked. The sunlight poured into the room that held the closet, but what cut off by the bolted closet door. The large expanse was pitch black and dead silence that was only broken by the clock.

In the deep depths, behind the hanging clothes, was a bulge in the darkness. It never moved, and it made no noise. You wouldn't be able to tell, but it was a young teenage girl. She was really quite beautiful with deep brown eyes and flowing brown hair. She cared much about her outward appearance, and took great care of herself.

She hadn't left this closet in 3 days.

Unexpectedly, the girl stood and stalked over towards the clock. Her eyes had become so used to the dark, it was as if she were a nocturnal animal. She yanked the clock from the wall and flung it across the room, silencing its sound. Tears escaped from her eyes, and she collapsed onto the ground in a fit of hysteric sobs.

"Why did you leave me? Why?!" she screamed into the emptiness.

Out of the closet, out of the room, down the stairs, and in the kitchen, a middle-aged man heard the screams echo through the house as he washed dishes. He felt a pang at his heart, but ignored it. He knew his daughter didn't want to be bothered.

He was truly worried about her, even though he knew exactly what was going on. She was missing him. Missing him so much she couldn't stand it. She was hurt, lost, and afraid. She wouldn't even eat. It killed him, but he left her. He knew he would only make it worse.

"Why, why, why?" the whispers cut through the silence like a knife. The girl hugged her knees to her chest and rocked back and forth, back and forth.

Miley's POV

Why did he leave me? How could he leave me? I thought...no Miley. He didn't love you so don't think about it.

I leaned my head against the wall, wishing the pain to go away. It was too much. My chest ached, and my eyes burned from crying. My stomach shuddered every second from lack of food, and my throat was sore from the screaming. I couldn't stand it anymore.

Its like he was a drug. A demon I couldn't face down. I was stuck on him, and I couldn't help it. I wanted him so bad, but I was scared. Its like I was running from him all the time. I couldn't stand being away from him, though. It hurt, that he wasn't here. It hurt the he left me all alone, and didn't even say goodbye.

Part of it was my fault though. I know I gave him all the power. I gave him the power to control me by giving him my heart. He could control my mood, my every movement.

And now, the only company I seek is misery. I can't see anyone, for fear of being reminded of him. I won't unlock the door for fear of him standing there, but also for fear the he's not standing there. He's destroyed me, killed me slowly. He's my drug. I guess everyone has one though.

It's like you're a leech
Sucking the life from me
It's like I can't breathe
Without you inside of me
And I know I let you have all the power
And I realize I'm never gonna quit you over time

He was a leech, sucking all the life from me. It was a slow process, but it was surely happening. Slowly, its like my very soul is leaving, stranding my mind with my body. I'm aware that its going on, I just can't stop it.

I can't even breathe right. It comes in gasping breaths, or not at all. There are times when I just stop, and it takes me a while to realize that I'm not breathing. It shocks me sometimes, but I've gotten used to it. My breathing is labored without him around.

I've come to terms with it now. I'm not going to quit him over time. I tried to tell myself that in the beginning. Always telling myself that I was going to get over him over time, but I know that's not true. I'm never going to get over him. Never.

It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted to you

My breath caught in my throat, and my vision suddenly blurred. I squeezed my eyes shut and concentrated on breathing. My eyes snapped open as an image of him flashed before my eyes. His blonde hair, his piercing eyes. Stop it Miley! I commanded myself. I couldn't think about him. Not yet, not ever.

I was addicted to him. And it drove me insane.

It's like I can't think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts
In my dreams
You've taken over me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm not me

My eyes searched the darkened room, looking for something to distract me even for a moment. I knew if I left myself more time to think, he would invade my thoughts. I couldn't even think anymore without him being there. I wasn't even safe inside my own mind.

He's taken over me, and there's no getting myself back. I'm not me anymore, and all because he's gone. All because he left me.

It's like I'm lost
It's like I'm giving up slowly
It's like you're a ghost that's haunting me
Leave me alone

I buried my head in my knees, hoping to rid me of him.

It didn't help.

I'm lost. I'm lost, and I don't know when I'm going to be found. But I'm giving up slowly. I can't get away from him, so why try? Why try so hard to be found, when I know he's the only one that can?

I opened my tear soaked eyes, and saw him there. I felt his gentle touch on my arm, and I heard his voice whisper in my ear.

I hit my head on the wall behind me, trying to get his ghost away from me. He's haunting me, and it's killing me.

"Just leave me alone." I murmured, tears staining my cheeks.

And I know these voices in my head
Are mine alone
And I know I'll never change my ways
If I don't give you up now

His voice persisted in my mind, but I knew it was only my own mind creating it. I craved him so much that I created his voice in my head. I needed to hear that. I needed him.

I hit my head again. I also needed him out, away from me. Because I know that if I don't give him up now, I never will. Never will.

It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted to you

I heaved a deep sigh, wishing it to be easier for me. Wishing that I could look around and see anything but him. Wishing I could get over him. Wishing this addiction to be over, just like that.

If only it could be that simple.

It's like I can't think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts
In my dreams
You've taken over me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm not me

I tried to think again, but his voice invaded my thoughts once more.

"Miley!" the desperation seemed almost real, but I shook my head. It wasn't him. He left me. He left me here alone, and he's not coming back.

I laid down on the hard carpet, but I couldn't sleep. I knew that if I fell asleep, I'd only dream of him in my sleep. He'd taken over me. I can't be me now. Its not possible.

I'm hooked on you
I need a fix
I can't take it
Just one more hit
I promise I can deal with it
I'll handle it, quit it
Just one more time
Then that's it
Just a little bit more to get me through this

I let a scream escape me from deep within, the pain completely unbearable. I'm hooked on him. Why? Why can't I just get over him? Why not? Why can't I be like the normal grieving teenage girls who eat ice cream with their best friends?

I need a fix of him. I need to touch him, hug him, kiss him. Just one more time. I promise, I'll be able to deal with it after one more time. Just one more day with him, and I'll be okay. I'll be able to quit him after one last time, just please.

"Please. Just one more day." I pleaded softly, tasting the salty tears on my tongue.

"Miley. Please. Just let me in!" there's his voice again.

"Just one more day. Please."

I'm hooked on you
I need a fix
I can't take it
Just one more hit
I promise I can deal with it
I'll handle it, quit it
Just one more time
Then that's it
Just a little bit more to get me through this

Why can't I just have him one more time? Its all I need to get by. Just to see his face, hear his voice, see his eyes. One more time. Just one more hit, and I can deal with it. I'll be able to deal with this pain if I have him just one more time. If I could just taste him, just feel him next to me.

It'll help me through.

It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted to you

The door was suddenly pounded open, and there he was. He was standing right in front of me. I knew it was him even through my squinting eyes. The light was so bright I had to, but it was him.

"Jake?" I managed to choke out through my dry throat. I wasn't aware of my dad behind him. I wasn't aware of finally seeing myself in that mirror. I was only aware of him standing there.

In seconds he was by my side, wrapping me into a hug.

I broke down in his arms, sobbing hysterically. He whispered into my ear, and I knew it was him.

He was back.

He was back.

"You're...back." I choked out.

"I'm back Miles. I'm back. Shh...I love you." he whispered.

Before I knew it, I had smashed my lips onto his own. I needed him. I needed to taste him, have him. He immediately responded, holding me so close there was no space.

I was addicted, and there was no turning back.

It's like I can't think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts
In my dreams
You've taken over me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm not me

I didn't let him separate from me for an extremely long time. I just couldn't. I needed him so much.

When I finally let go, we were still only millimeters apart.

"I love you so much." I whispered, finally saying it.

"I love you, too Miles. You have no idea. You're all I could think about, all of my dreams."

I kissed him again, still needing that. I couldn't let him go.

He's taken over me, but I didn't mind so much now that he was here.

"I was so scared, so alone, I-"

"Shh...it's okay, love. I'm here now. I'm here."

"I missed you so much Jake. So much." I whispered against his lips, needing to be close.

"I know babe. You're dad was so worried. He called me, and I came down as soon as possible."

"I thought you had left for good."

"Never. I'm never going to leave you again, love. Never. I love you so much."

"I love you, too Jake. I love you."

And, in his arms, I finally fell into the first sleep I'd had in days. Because now, Jake was here. He was here, and finally that pain in my chest died down. The hunger didn't matter anymore because he was here.

Everyone has their drug, their addiction. Mine was just as fatal as any other drug. Maybe it wasn't good for me that he came back, but now that he had, there wasn't any turning back. He was here, and he loved me. And that was all that mattered to me.

"I love you Miley."

I'm addicted to you

Okay. So I brought Jake. Yay. I was going to make this have an extremely depressing ending, but I didn't. But don't worry. There's depression to come in following oneshots.

Hope you liked it!

--Lani