For all my reviewers. Thanks angelrock, thanks for calling me and awesome DUDE!!! Dude looks like a lady. O n sk8terbennett there will be answers in this chapter. And for the ppl who might not have got the last chapter basically it was another memory, the whole thing with Lilly being awake was also a memory. But not necessarily from the night that I am writing about. It's confusing but if you have ant questions ask and I will answer.

Erm... ok when I say tar think of the venom symbiote from Spiderman. It's balck and gooey but alive. Ok weird analogy but go with it lol.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my own mind. And this plot. And a bunch of useless things that are too many to mention. Things such as DVDs cds and other meaningless stuff.

Lilly was aware of Miley holding her and trying to comfort her. The truth was that she was beyond comforting. She was scared, no she was terrified. She was shaking and trembling and crying. The tears turned into sobs as more of the memory that she had repressed for so long resurfaced, reeking havoc on her mental state and leaving her reeling. She was disorientated and upset, so she went into the only place that made sense to her anymore, into her head.

In her head she was forced to relive and watch the memory play over and over again. Was forced to relive the pain and fear that she had felt when it happened. Forced to live in only that terror filled moment, feeling only the bitter dread that had filled her and the apprehension of the inevitable.

Miley was dying inside. She knew that something major was wrong with Lilly because how often does a strong amazingly confident girl curl up into the foetal position and cry her heart out? Her mind was racing, trying to figure out what had suddenly changed with her love. It felt like someone had poked a red hot poker into her heart and had slashed down her body with it, leaving a smouldering wound stretching from her heart to the bottom of her stomach. It was evident that she wasn't helping Lilly and her head started to spin from the desperate need she felt to calm and comfort her. She frantically searched her head for ideas and could find nothing.

Just as her panic was about to overcome her, Miley remembered something Lilly had made her watch. It was a way of coping with stress and even though it sounded totally ridiculous Miley was so delirious with panic that she would have tried anything. So she thought of a box...

Lilly was standing over someone. She could now make out the face but understood why she didn't want to see it before. She still didn't want to see it but memories always come back. Even though the human mind is a powerful thing and can change memories or bury them, often without our knowledge, if the original memory is strong or distressing enough it will always change back or resurface. Things will always come back to haunt us as the saying goes. But this isn't just haunting Lilly, it is breaking her. This memory is breaking her mind and scattering the pieces.
Through the haze of boxes and balloons, Miley sensed Lilly withdrawing deeper into herself. It puzzled her how she knew this but soon realised she didn't have time to ponder this fact. She acted fast and did the first thing that came into her head. She talked to her.
Lilly heard a noise through the silence of her mind. That was the worst thing about the memory, it came without sound. She didn't know if it had happened that way but that was how she remembered it. No screaming or crying or any expression of pain. Just silence. Dead silence. But that was broken by a sound. Not a sound, a voice. Lilly tried to focus on it, trying to escape the bleakness of her memory. But like tar, it pulled her back in.
Miley saw Lilly's eyes come into focus for a split second; a moment that was over so fast anyone else would have thought they imagined it. Miley however, saw it as a small beacon of hope that kept her faith in Lilly going and fuelled her resolve to help her.

She grasped Lilly's head in her hands and forced Lilly to lock her glassy, vague eyes onto the focused, striking blue eyes of her own. "Lilly," Miley said. "Lilly focus on me, on my voice, come back to me." Miley didn't have a clue what she was doing. She was winging it based on a scene she had seen in a crappy cop show where the psychologist was trying to save a patient who could become a witness. Possibly not the best source to base this whole 'Talk your girlfriend out of her weird trance where she doesn't even seem to know I'm alive' thing on Miley thought but she really didn't have any other choice.

When Lilly showed no response to anything Miley did, Miley decided to be more direct in her approach. She removed her hands from her loves head and firmly gripped her shoulders. She shook Lilly, shook her until her arms ached and hot tears left mini rivers flowing down her face. She shook her until she herself shook, her chest heaving with the sobs that racked her body. Out of pure desperation she cried out at her seemingly lost love, trying to bring her back into reality, bring her back into her arms.

"LILLY!!! COME BACK TO ME!!!" Miley begged. She repeated this over and over like a mantra, just like Lilly had done on the beach.

Lilly was again aware of the voice. The shaking had had no effect on her. She only heard the voice, again drawing her from the tar of her memories. She didn't really struggle against the memory and was about to let herself be drawn back in when she realised the source of the voice.

Miley.

She increased her efforts against the tar by at least tenfold. She struggled and squirmed against the pull of it, trying desperately to break its hold on her and escape from it. She kicked and punched at it making it draw back. She had to get free.

Miley was now sobbing her mantra pitifully, the volume having decreased from the scream it once was to barely a whisper being uttered into her lovers shoulder. But then a faint sound reached her ears. There was a whisper of a sound, coming from a mouth other than her own.

Lilly.

This thought shocked her from her sobs and immediately her body stopped everything else, only paying attention to Lilly. Miley drew her head back from Lilly's shoulder and quickly dried her tears on the back of her hand, all trace of the girl sobbing a moment ago gone. She was entirely focused on her love. Her love who was still curled up on her bed, having showed no outward signs of change.

"Lilly? What was that? What did you say?"

Lilly turned her head to once again lock her eyes onto Miley's. The vague and unfocused look had disappeared. However, the glassy look still remained, but now it only served to cover the spark of life that had wormed its way back into those blue irises. Miley only saw that spark because she knew where to look for it but she breathed a mental sigh of relief as she saw the spark which to her resembled Lilly.

With their eyes still locked, Lilly whispered only one word:

"Blaire."

Hope this chapter answers some questions. The box came back!!! Hope you liked this chapter. Any questions feel free to ask and if you don't get something I will try to correct it in the story. So review!!! many thanks for even giving this story the time of day. Especially if you have read all of it so far.