Okay so here is chapter 10! The chapter lyrics are "Welcome to the Family" by Avenged Sevenfold. Personally, they are my favorite band, I got to see them in concert January 28th and I was in the front and it was the best thing ever:) And the song Miley sings is of course "The Climb" by Miley Cyrus. So without further ado, here is chapter 10...

And in a way it seems there's no one to call

When our thoughts are so numb,

And our feelings unsure

We all have emptiness inside, we all have answers to find.

But you can't win this fight...

"Please Miles, for me?" I begged, giving her the pouty face. Miley looked at Oliver and then at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Lilly I'm not that good," She said, shyly.

"Yes you are Miley. You are absolutely amazing at it," I reasoned, looking at Oliver for help.

"Come on Miley, just sing something," He said, "Lilly says you're really good and I'd like to hear it.

Miley sighed looking defeated. "Okay fine," She said, getting up from her bed to grab her guitar.

I smiled at having won the argument and scooted up to the top of Miley's bed to give her more room. Oliver sat upright from the floor to listen to Miley. After Miley grabbed her guitar, she sat down on the edge of her bed facing me, and quickly checking the tuning.

"Okay so this song I wrote a while back when I was going through a rough time. It was originally wrote for the piano and guitar, but I'm just gonna play it with the guitar. It's called The Climb," Miley said as she started to play.

At first her voice was soft, barely above a whisper. And her eyes were closed as she sang the opening lines.

I can almost see it, that dream I'm dreamin' but,

There's a voice inside my head sayin "you'll never reach it"

Every step I'm taking, every move I make feels

Lost with no direction, my faith is shaking

Her voice got a little louder but her eyes remained closed as she continued.

But I, I gotta keep trying,

Gotta keep my head held high.

Miley finally opened her eyes and beautiful blue-gray eyes met mine. The intensity her eyes held was almost earth shattering as her voice rang out loudly in the chorus.

There's always gonna be another mountain,

I'm always gonna wanna make it move,

Always gonna be an uphill battle

Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose

Ain't about how fast I get there

Ain't about what's waiting on the other side,

It's the climb.

I knew that she was singing more to me than for me by the way her eyes never left mine. Her guitar playing slowly came to a peaceful end and she set it aside, still staring into my eyes. Her words were still ringing out in my head and they really hit home, considering what I had been through. My eyes left Miley's briefly and I saw the unsure, almost worried, look on her face.

I smiled and said, "That was great Miles."

"Yeah Miley, that was really awesome," Oliver said, from the floor. I had momentarily forgotten that he was here, and from the look on Miley's face, she had too.

She smiled and said, "Thanks guys, I'm glad you liked it." Miley scooted closer to me and interlaced our fingers.

"Miley didn't you say your dad owned a record label?" Oliver questioned and she nodded.

"Well you should totally record a cd, put your music out there ya know?" He suggested.

She looked thoughtful for a moment but then shrugged, "Singing has always been my dream, but I couldn't handle all the fame all the time. Never having any privacy or peace."

"You could always create a fake persona," I offered sarcastically.

She rolled her eyes at me but then grinned. "Oh and I could wear a blond wig and sparkly clothes," She said, feigning excitement.

Oliver played along, "Yeah and you can name your alter ego something cheesy like, Hannah Montana, and your first hit single could be about your secret double life."

Miley burst out laughing and before long, so did me and Oliver. We continued laughing until we were out of breath and our sides hurt. "Yeah that would be pretty funny," Miley admitted, attempting to regain her composure and breathing. The three of us talked and joked around until it finally started to get dark outside.

"Miley are you sure you can't spend the night?" I said, pouting again.

"Lil, tomorrow is Oliver's last day here and I don't want to come in between your time together," She answered sweetly.

Oliver cleared his throat. "It's fine Miley, really. I'm probably gonna go to bed soon anyways and I don't wanna leave Lilly all bored with no one," He reasoned.

"Are you sure its no big deal? I don't want to intrude," She said.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her forehead, "It's fine sweetheart." She looked at Oliver for approval also and he said, "Yes, positive."

Miley packed some overnight clothes and something to wear tomorrow and the three of us walked to my house. Not long after we got to my house, we all said goodnight and went to bed. Miley kissed the crook of my neck as she wrapped her arms tighter around my waist pulling me impossibly closer. I had one of my arms under her shoulder and the other wrapped securely around her waist.

"Miles?" I asked.

"Hmm?" She replied.

"I think you should consider recording," I told her.

She shifted in my arms and looked up at me. I leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose, earning a smile. "It's not that simple Lilly. If I recorded an album and somehow did get signed, I'd have to do concerts and go on tours and I could never leave you, I love you too much," Miley said honestly.

I smiled and kissed her lips. "And I love you Miley. If singing is your dream, then you should pursue it as much as possible. And who said I wouldn't go with you on those tours? And even for those times that I couldn't, I'd be waiting right where you left me. You have amazing talent and I'd be a selfish, horrible girlfriend if I held you back from sharing it with the world," I told her.

"You'd really go with me?" She asked.

"Of course. There's no way I'd let you go," I said with a smile.

"Promise?" Miley asked.

"Forever and always," I replied, kissing her once more on the lips.

Miley sighed and drew me closer to her, " I can't believe summer is almost over and school is starting up again."

"Yeah school.." I muttered, feeling suddenly anxious. Miley noticed and lifter her head to look into my eyes.

"Hey listen to me, everything is gonna be fine okay? I promise to protect you Lilly," She said honestly.

I nodded, "I love you Miles."

"I love you too Lil," She said, kissing me.

Miley laid her head back down on my shoulder and soon fell asleep. I laid awake, listening to her steady breathing for hours, unable to fall asleep. Finally, after what must have been hours, my wishes for sleep were granted and my breathing slowed to match Miley's as I closed my eyes.

"No! Please don't. Stop! Please!" I begged, but the redheaded boy didn't listen. He kept running his hands up and down my body, the prominent bulge in his pants pressing into me. The blond haired boy stepped up and forced his tongue into my mouth. I literally felt like I was going to puke. I struggled to push the two guys off but my attempts were useless.

From somewhere in the room I could hear another guy shouting at me.

"What's the matter dyke, don't you like that? You're disgusting," He shouted, "Come on guys, lets show her how men treat a lady."

I was crying so hard by now that my body was shaking. I couldn't scream because of the tongue still probing my mouth. I silently prayed for death...

"Lilly, Lilly wake up," Miley said as she shook me.

I opened my eyes to see her standing over top of me with a worried look on her face. I was drenched in a cold sweat and shaking uncontrollably. I looked into Miley's eyes and saw my own fear reflected in front of me. I became painfully aware that I had had my first nightmare since before I got with Miley, and I burst into tears. Miley immediately sat on the bed and pulled me into her lap, trying to soothe me.

"Shh Lilly please don't cry. It's alright, I'm right here," She whispered in my ear. I continued to cry as if a floodgate had broke loose inside of me. I buried my face in Miley's neck as she rubbed small circles on my back.

After a few moments, my breathing started evening out and I wasn't crying as hard. Miley placed a lingering kiss on my forehead. "Was it another nightmare?" She asked.

I nodded sniffling a little. "I thought your nightmares had stopped?" Miley questioned.

"I thought they had too. That was my first once since the first time I stayed over at your house," I answered.

Miley seemed momentarily at a loss for words but quickly recovered. "Did I cause this?" She asked and I noticed that her tone was laced with pain. I straightened up and cupped her cheek, "Miley Ray, none of this is ever your fault, please understand that," I said and she nodded.

"Can we just, forget about this? I don't wanna talk about it," I stated.

She looked doubtful but noticed the pleading look on my face and nodded her head. After that, I tried to go back to sleep but to no avail, so I laid in my bed with Miley wrapped around me until she awoke.

Today was Oliver's last day in Tennessee so Miley decided to give us some space. I walked her to the door, feeling a bit sad for some reason. When we reached my front door, Miley pulled me in for a hug. She pulled back and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine," I said, not really believing myself. Miley seemed unconvinced as well but let the matter drop as Oliver came around the corner.

"Bye Oliver, it was nice meeting you," She said in her southern tone, giving Oliver a quick hug.

"It was nice meeting you too Miley. Take care of Lilly," He smiled.

"Always," Miley said, smiling at me. "Call me later Lilly?" She asked, looking at me again.

I nodded and she gave me a quick kiss and left. Me and Oliver stayed at my house all day, talking about everything and nothing at all. We talked about plans for future and ways to stay in contact. We also decided we'd find a way to meet on Christmas break.

The whole time we talked, I couldn't help feeling an impending sense of loneliness. I remember feeling like this when I was depressed, right before I tried to kill myself. I hated feeling like this. I couldn't slip back down, I just couldn't. So then why am I not doing anything to prevent it? I don't know the answer to that question. My body feels numb and although I'm screaming for help on the inside, I can't bring myself to say anything.

The next morning, I went with my mom to take Oliver to the airport at 6. I never called Miley last night and I knew she'd be worried by now. I pushed the thought to the back of my mind in an attempt to focus on the present. Everything went in slow motion as I said goodbye to Oliver and watched him walk through the gate to his plane. Oliver leaving meant this was all real, school was starting back in little over two weeks, and even though Miley promised to protect me, I was still scared.

I sat idly in my seat as my mom drove towards our house. I feel extremely nauseous and tense. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see my mom look over concernedly at me. I chose to ignore her and looked back out the window. We drove in silence for awhile as I quietly stared out the window. Suddenly mom put her hand on my shoulder, causing me to jump. I looked at her to see her shocked by my reaction.

Anger suddenly over come me. "What do you want?" I snapped.

"Lilly whats going on with you? I'm concerned about you lately," She said.

"No, you're just being nosy. I'm fine," I said, bluntly.

Mom sighed, "Look Lilly, if you need help, you have to let me know. I will get you help."

"I said I'm fine," I said, turning to look back out the window. I could see my mom's reflection behind me. She sighed, defeated, and turned her attention back towards the road. I sighed too, feeling a bit bad for being so hateful, I wasn't really sure where all the anger had come from.

We pulled in the driveway and I hopped out of the truck, rushing up to my room to avoid talking to my mom. I curled up in my bed and started to cry. I couldn't figure out why I was crying but once I started, I couldn't seem to stop. I cried into my pillow for what felt like hours. Below me, I heard a knock on the door, which I figured would be Miley.

I walked into my bathroom and straightened myself up so it wouldn't be so obvious that I had been crying. I cracked my bedroom door and I could hear my mom and Miley talking. I knew they were talking about me and it only added to the rage I had growing inside of me that they were talking behind my back. Frustrated, I went back over to my bed and sat down as I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. When Miley made it to my doorstep, she pushed my door open and stepped inside, closing the door behind her.

"Hey Lil, you didn't call yesterday?" She sounded a little hurt.

I immediately felt guilty. "Yeah, I was busy," I lied.

"Oh," She said, sitting down beside me. Miley took my hand and laced it with hers.

"So how're ya feelin?" She asked.

"Are you teaming up with my mom now?" I asked defensively.

"No Lilly of course not. I'm just worried, is all," Miley said.

"Well don't be, I'm fine," I stated once again.

"Lilly you're not fine," She said and I looked away from her.

"How would you know?" I asked bitterly.

I heard Miley sigh and consider her answer. "Look Lil, I've been doing some reading on post-traumatic stress disorder and going by what I've read with similar stories and how you've been acting recently, I think you're relapsing. You need to get help before it gets worse," She offered.

"Look Miley, just mind your own damn business," I said, without thinking. And although I regretted saying it, I couldn't find the nerve to take it back, I was too angry.

"Lilly-," Miley started but I cut her off.

"No Miley, just go," I said, wanting her to leave before I said something I'd regret even more.

She looked hurt by my statement but stood up anyways. She leaned down and brushed a strand of my hair behind my ear before kissing my cheek softly. "You know where to find me if ya need anything," She said and I nodded.

Miley turned the knob to my door and looked back at me. I couldn't bring myself to meet her eyes because I knew she was on the verge of tears that I have caused. "I love you," She said as she turned around and walked out of my room.

AN: So sad right? Poor Lilly. I decided I'd explain the actual problem a little further. PTSD is something that is sometimes developed with certain traumas (sexual assault). Lilly had it and was on medicine but she quit taking the medicine and the thought of school starting back triggered a relapse. Even though I've had to deal with something similar in my life, I was surprised by how much research I had to do for this part of the story. But anyways, thanks for reading, let me know if you have any questions. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Review please:)