Hey guys, here is the next chapter.

Chapter one- Who the heck shot Miley?

Hannah Montana Shot! The newspaper head lines the next day.

The shooter smiled faintly. He didn't kill her on the spot, it was his mistake, but it didn't matter. He had to stay in the shadows, someone one would no doubt try to find him.

"Jake," Lily said seeing Miley's boyfriend outside of the room, "Jake, just go and see her."

Lily had been sitting by Miley's bed while her father go something to eat. Then she heard quiet crying and saw Jake. He was crying and watching Miley through the window.

"How is she?" he asked hollowly.

"The bullet came close to her heart," Lily responded, "Her father didn't say more than that. I'm not sure what else the doctors told him."

"Do they know who shot her?"

Lily shook her head and pulled Jake into the room.

"Talk to her," Lily said, "She'll want to hear you."

Jake eyes Lily with worry and slight embarrassment. That couldn't be true, could people in coma's be able to hear?

"Miley," Jake said hesitantly," Miley, if you can hear me, I want you to know that I'll do anything possible to save your life."

Lily smiled and went to call Oliver.

"Oliver Oken!" Lily yelled in to her cell phone.

The receptionist glared at Lily and Lily rolled her eyes in response.

"What?" Oliver asked sleepily, "Is something wrong/"

"Have you not checked your voicemail?"

"No."

"Miley was shot today," Lily whispered into her cell, "Why aren't you down here?"

"Lily, I didn't know, honestly," Oliver said hurriedly, "I'll be down there in ten."

He hung up and Lily groaned. He better be here in ten minutes or else.

Jake was still talking to Miley when Robbie Ray walked in.

"Jake," he said in a hoarse voice, "I thought I left Lily in here.

"She left, I'm assuming to call Oliver," Jake replied, "How is she? Is Miley going to live?"

Robbie Ray smiled sadly.

"They are not sure," he said," The bullet hit her lung. They are trying to find a way to take it out without having to remove half of her lung."

Jake gasped.

"Remove half of her lung?"

"It is possible son," Robbie said, "She just won't be able to breath as well before, and she'll have to work out a bit before singing again."

Jake nodded, controlling his tears. He wouldn't break down in front of her father.

"Now Jake," he continued, "Do you know who could have shot my daughter?"

"No sir, but I will find out. I have dectitives on the stage and around it to figure out who did this."

Robbie was touched. The two kids have been dating ever since Jake, in Miley's terms, started acting normal. The seventeen year old in front of him was looking determined.

"Thank you," Robbie Ray said, "I know Miley would appreciate it.

Jake nodded.

"This is all for her you know."

"I know.

Jackson refused to go to the hospital. His sister couldn't be hurt. She had to live. He was crying and not bothering to hide it. After all, he was the only one home, there was no need to hide his tears.

Oliver ran into the hospital when he saw Lily crying.

"What?"

"They are keeping her in a coma. She needs surgery," Lily whispered.

"Oh," Oliver didn't look phased.

"Ollie," Lily snapped, "Don't you even care?"

"Of course I do."

There was a ring on the doorbell and Jackson opened the door. Rico stood in the door way with a small smile.

"Jackson," he said with exaggerated politeness," Due to your family tragedy, I have decided to give you a few weeks off."

Jackson looked at the curly haired boy suspiciously.

"What game are you playing at Rico?" he questioned.

'No game Jackson," he replied, "Just take the time and do whatever it is families do at this time."

With that being said, Rico turned and left.

Where am I? Miley wondered, And why can't I wake up?

I was on stage singing, my current mood was happier than my uncle Earl when he made my father carry him from his bed to his toilet.

Okay Miley, concetrate. What, what's that noise?

"I will do anything to save you." Was that Jake?

Jake! I'm here! Jake wait! I can hear you! Please!. We'll be seniors next year, and I want you to be there with me! Jake, Stay with me, please!

I'm confused. I can't breath, my lungs hurt worse than when I'm running in gym class. Wait! I know what happened. I was shot.

Am I going to die? Will Jake lose me? Will the world lose Hannah Montana?

Oh dear God, please grant me life once more.

Who shot me? I mean I did lots of stuff, and I know I made quite a few people angry.

Lets see, I flirted with Oliver the night I was drunk, and Rico when I though he knew my secret. I did something to Jackson and told Jake that while he was in Romania, I dated Dex a few times.

Then I got a letter. Wait, the letter told me who was going to shoot me.

But why would he shoot me? What came into his mind to shoot me?

It couldn't be. It was—
Okay, I now you guys hate me now. But let me tell you what. You can decide whether Miley lives or dies. I will hold the vote for the next two chapters. And by the way, a person can live with only one and a half lungs. I read about it in some medical thing somewhere.

Um.. I'm also holding a vote of sorts. If at least three people get it right, I will reveal the identity of the shooter. But remember, three must guess it right.
Well, until next time

Akaish