A/n: Longer chapter...hehe. If you guys don't like this one, I'll delete it and start over. I felt it was rushed. Anyways, a very Titanic like scene is in the middle of this chapter...but its not the scene you think...lol. Soooo I hope you like this chapter because it's basically the introduction to the plot. Enjoy : )

When dinner was over, the witch made me stay behind.

"Hannah, Hannah, Hannah. We are going to have a problem these next few months, aren't we?"

I shook my head.

"I'm giving you one more chance. After you use that up, I will be forced to drastic measures."

I nodded.

She sneered, "Get out of here."

I nodded and walked out. The very same person I didn't want to see was waiting for me.

It didn't hurt as much as before. Maybe I was immune to him now.

"Mil- Hannah! Please talk to me!" He begged. I just ignored him and walked away from him.

It broke my heart.

I told myself it was for the better.

If I allowed myself to even be his friend, I would just get hurt again.

"Fine! Just ignore me then!" He screamed.

I will.

I walked off and down the stairs to my room. I hid in there for a few hours until I was sure everyone was asleep. I slipped on a jacket. It would weigh me down better in the water.

I slipped out of my room and quietly tiptoed up the stairs to the left side of the boat. I sat down in one of the chairs. I stared out at the calm water and starry sky.

I let out a shaky breath. I wasn't scared, I was excited.

"It's easy to feel like, your all alone...to feel like nobody knows," I sang quietly, knowing it would be the last time I would sing, "the great that you are, the good that's inside you, is trying so hard to break through. Maybe it's your time to lift off and fly...you won't know if you never try. I will be there with you all of the way, you'll be fine..."

I stopped and looked at my hands. It was the right time, I could feel it. I was at peace with the world and the world was at peace with me.

I stood up and climbed onto the railing. I pulled myself over it and held on by my arms. I stared down at the dark, quiet water below me.

It was the right time.

Just as I slipped one hand off the railing, a voice cried out in panic.

"What the hell do you think your doing?!"

I closed my eyes and sighed. I knew the voice. I didn't turn around.

"What I should have done a long time ago."

"Are you on some sort of new drug?! One that makes you INSANE!?" He exclaimed as he came over and grabbed my arms. I turned around and looked him in the eyes. A painful chill ran down my spine. I was going to die, I could do this.

I stared in his eyes a few moments before reaching out and gently touching his cheek. He grabbed my hand and said,

"Come on, go back to your room."

I closed my eyes briefly.

"No. Just leave me alone."

"NO! I'm not going to let you kill yourself!" He thundered.

"Don't do this to me," I begged with tears sparkling in my eyes, "don't do anymore to me! Just let me be for once...please."

He looked confused, "I never--

I cut him off.

"No, Jake. You can't change my mind."

"NO! You don't want to do this!!" He searched for something to say, "I swam in this water once! It's freezing cold, it feels like a thousand knives stabbing into you!"

I rolled my eyes, "Jake, you got that from Titanic."

"And it worked in the movie! Come on, Miley, don't do this!"

My answer was a deep breath. I looked at him one last time.

And I let go of the railing.

I went falling down I heard him scream. I hit the water so hard it burned my skin. I went down, down, down in the freezing water. It did feel like a thousand knives stabbing me. It was COLD.

My lungs were beginning to want oxygen. They were telling me to swim up.

No.

I kept sinking down. I opened my eyes. I saw a blurry atmosphere. The salt water burned my eyes. My lungs were burning for oxygen. It hurt.

I held it longer. Pins and needles were stabbing my body all over. I finally didn't have any choice but to open my mouth and inhale. Of course, it was water. I couldn't move my legs or arms. I was falling...

It was finally going to be over.

When I was beginning to loose all consciousness, I felt a tug on my arm.

NO! Someone was pulling me up! I tried to fight away, but I couldn't.

The person pulled me above the water and pushed me on something.

I didn't have oxygen for too long.

Everything went black. I prayed I wouldn't wake up.

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When I gained consciousness that morning, I started crying even before I opened my eyes. My wet dress was clinging to me and my jacket was no longer on me.

I cautiously opened my eyes. The sun was shinning down on me. Water was all around me. But I wasn't on the cruise. I was lying on a bright orange inflatable boat. I cursed underneath my breath through my tears.

"You awake?" I heard a voice ask in surprise. Anger rose in my. Across from me, sitting on the boat, was Jake Ryan. Shirtless. Smiling.

I snarled. This was his fault. He saved me. "You..." I ended my sentence with some very colorful words. He just smiled and said,

"Well, seeing as though we are stuck in the middle of the ocean, you might want to tell me why you were about to kill yourself."

END FLASHBACK.

That is why I am currently sitting in a orange boat, glaring at Jake Ryan. He just had to save me and push me into this stupid boat.

I was still crying and he was trying to comfort me, which was hard seeing as though I was trying to decide whether or not to shove him off the boat.

"Why are you crying!"

"Why did you do this to me!? Why couldn't you just let me sink?! Damn Jake! I've tried to get over you for two years! And now your just going to go make me stranded with you! And as soon as I get used to you, you are going to leave me again! I can't handle that! How did you even get this boat anyway?!"

"You jumped off, I grabbed the emergency instant inflatable boat and jumped in after you. I pulled you up and had to swim a few feet to get to the boat that had drifted off but I found it. The cruise was gone by then. I was going to paddle us back to it...but no paddle and everyone was asleep. Of course, all that was after I saved your life by performing mouth to mouth resuscitation."

I scowled. I wouldn't have been so mad about his lips on mine if it hadn't involved the resuscitation part.

I felt my sad emotion dripping away. I knew that now I had nothing to look forward to. I couldn't jump off now, he would jump in after me. Anger flared in my body. That--

"Well, I think we have a bigger problem now." He stated.

"And that is...?"

He looked at me like I was insane.

"We are stranded in the middle of the ocean with no food or water!"

Shit.

"This is all your fault!" I screamed at him.

"My fault?! Well excuse me for saving your life!!"

"Your not excused!" I screamed hysterically. I felt the top of my head even though I knew there was no way the wig was still there. I was panicking,

"Jake! What do I do when they find us! They are going to know Hannah isn't really Hannah! My wig is gone!"

"We are going to die out here and your worried about your stupid second identity?!"

"Yes, as a matter of fact I am! You see now we will BOTH die if you would have just left me alone you wouldn't of had to die too!"

"I couldn't just watch you kill yourself!!"

"Well your going to watch me die painfully from starvation anyway!" I exclaimed.

"Well, do you have a phone?"

"Oh yea, hold on, let me reach into my soaking wet pocket-- NO I DON'T HAVE MY PHONE!!"

Even though it was anger, just being around him made me feel more alive. It was like the zombie in me was dying.

Well, he is a zombie slayer..

His eyes suddenly widened and grabbed my shoulders, "What do we do for food?!"

"I don't know, we could eat your BIG HEAD, it'll last us a year!"

"Me? No, if anyone gets eaten it'll be you!" He exclaimed.

"Nuh uh, I don't think so! You would eat me after you risked your life by jumping off the boat?!"

"Well you want to die..."

"I don't want you to eat me!" I exclaimed, "Besides, this is YOUR FAULT so it's only fair you are the one to get eaten."

"Well I'll drown you, THEN eat you! Is that good enough for you Miss Montana?!"

"Oh my God, what are we saying! No one is going to get eaten!" He screamed.

"Uhh...maybe both of us will..." I trailed off pointing at the seagulls or buzzards or something like that circling the boat.

"Oh, great," He moaned, "now big, black psychic birds are following us!!"

"Psychic?"

"They can see our dead bodies and they are here early to get first grabs! I don't want to get pecked to death!!"

"Jake, chill out!" I screamed.

"Chill out? Easy for you, your suicidal! I don't want to die, I've got a great life! It's just starting! I'm gorgeous, everyone loves me--

"Except me," I muttered.

"--and I have a great career! I'm not ready to die!"

"No one is going anywhere, Leslie!" I exclaimed with a smirk.

"How can you be so damn calm! We are STRANDED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN!!!"

"I'm suicidal, remember?"

His eyes narrowed suspiciously, "You don't seem as 'AH I'M INSANE' as before...you aren't screaming hysterically or anything...what happened to you?"

I decided to have fun with this. I let a slow, creepy smile come over my face, "I'm trying to decide the best way to shove you off the boat and season you with the salt water."

He flinched back, "You're insane!"

"Chill, Jake, I'm not going to eat you. I never would, ew."

He let out the breath he had been holding and slumped back against the boat.

"Then why do you seem...less...well...why do you look like your not taking drugs?"

"Ah, stop with the flattery!" My voice dripped with sarcasm. I shifted into a more comfortable sitting position and replied with, "And...it's because...well, you make me feel more alive than normal."

"Well I am," He flashed a grin, "Jake Ryan! I mean, I've been famous since I was the face of--

"Please, don't say it. Or I WILL eat you, but not out of hunger. Out of annoyance."

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't stop the waves of relief when I looked at his face and I didn't burn. But I couldn't help but feel like I was killing myself. I had built the walls. I spent two years building them. And now...I was letting them fall. I knew once we were rescued, he would leave again and I would die inside again.

Was it so bad that I felt partially grateful that we were stranded?

Was it bad that I wanted to let all my walls fall?

If we were going to die out here, is it wrong to want to die at least a little happy?

"What are you thinking?" He asked me. I looked up at him oddly,

"That's a strange question."

"So? You never answered it."

"I'm trying to decide if I'm happy or not that we are stranded out here." I replied truthfully.

He looked at me like I had just sprouted three heads. I knew I shouldn't have said that, but he was easy to talk too.

"Uhh...why?!"

"Because part of me doesn't want to starve to death...but the other..." I trailed off and looked away from him.

"The other?"

I smiled. It felt good. But the muscles felt stiff still, "Thinks this is a perfect opportunity to get to know each other!"

That was a lie. Oh well.

"Oh yea," He said sarcastically, "While we are both delirious from dehydration is the perfect time to catch up on old times!"

I rolled my eyes and slumped back down on the boat. I felt uncomfortable in my dress. Even though it was starting to dry, I could sit or lie in the position I wanted because I didn't want to flash Jake or anything. And my strapless bra was heavy with water and getting hard to keep up. If it was just me on this boat, I would have taken it off to let it dry. But nooo...I'm here with Jake Ryan. Ugh. Not to mention, I hated dresses and skirts. Now, I was probably going to die in a damn neon pink halter dress! And get pecked to death by birds!

"I wish I had changed before trying," I flashed a dirty look in Jake's direction,"to commit suicide." Jake scowled,

"You are the most annoying optimist I've ever meet. We're going to die in the middle of the ocean and your upset because of a dress."

"Sorry. What do you expect me to do?"

"Join the pessimist side-- we've got cookies!!"

"Shut up."

1, 2, 3...queuing the awkward silence! Ah, right on time!!

See, the thing about awkward silences is people tend to blurt out things...things they wouldn't normally blurt out.

"If you weren't here, I would have stripped out of this by now. Have you worn a semi-soaking wet strapless bra?" I blurted out.

Wow. Queuing embarrassment...and here comes the blush.

"We haven't even been stranded together for more than eighteen hours and we're already exchanging underwear information. Wow." He muttered.

"Well you were the one saying you were going to be a cannablist!"

"Is that even a word?"

"Shut up."

I knew at that moment I had made a big mistake. Giving your heart to Jake Ryan is like sticking a fork into it. I gave it too him not once, but twice. And now...and now I was liable to give it too him a third time.

Our "love" was an airplane and the first two flights went crashing down into flames.

But...isn't the third time the charm.

I slapped myself across the face. I hated myself. What am I doing?! I worked so hard at keeping these walls up...to keep myself okay. I thought it the key to not hurting is not feeling. But maybe...maybe the key is trusting the right person. Now, Jake has come into the picture and threated everything I've worked to build. I enclosed that airplane in a steel box and kept it there for two years. Now here he comes with a wrecking ball and smashes the walls down like he's the Queen of Sheba...er, King. It's not fair...It's not right. He is horrible to do that, I hate him. But...at the same time, I know its my fault. If maybe I had secured those walls with cement he would have given up before the walls were torn down. Now, there is no going back. I'm in the water, and there's no getting out. I can either sink or swim from here.

And the zombie slayer has made it pretty clear no one is sinking around here.

A/n: Haha, props to Billy Ray...I stole his quote about his daughter. Hehe...your amazing Billy ((haha, like he's actually reading this)) Anyways, I didn't like this chapter. Please be completely honest in your reviews, was it too rushed? I mean the whole depression thing? If so, I can delete this and write the whole thing over again. I really would prefer not too, but if you guys want me to I will. Please review with your honest opinions!!