Chapter Six

Visited

Visited: adj. To go or come to, and to go see in order to aid or console; To make itself known to or seize fleetingly

They visited. They fucking came to the hospital and visited.

Miley.

They visited Miley. The man. The woman. The man and the woman – from the car crash. With the red car that wasn't hurt at all. They fucking went ahead and visited Miley.

Lilly freaked. When she heard that they had been there, she absolutely freaked. What the fuck did they think they were doing? Miley didn't want to see them, and who the fuck did they think they were? They had to leave her alone, damnit. That was just it. Leave Miley alone.

- new rule of Lillian Truscott.

Everyone had to leave Miley alone unless she had told them not to. Jackson didn't. Robbie Ray didn't. Oliver didn't. Lilly didn't. But everyone else had to leave Miley the crap alone.

She was just getting familiar with her notleg, and she had accepted it. Acceptance was important. Im-por-tant. It was. It was very important. To Miley. And to Lilly. It was important to Lilly. And Oliver and Jackson and Robbie. Im for Ollie, por for Jackson and tant for the former singer.

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And Lilly had almost gotten used to it to. To the notHannahanylonger-part, to the notleg thing, to how much it hurt to see Miley hurt. And to how she was hurt herself. Her demon had almost accepted it too, but even if it had, it still spun around in her head and it made her crazy and mad and she just wanted to let it slide, but it talktalktalked-

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She was confused. If Miley wasn't Hannah. She wasn't Lola. Oliver wasn't Mike. Robbie Ray wasn't… manager. No Hannah, no Lola, no Mike, no manager, and no popstar life. Where had all the good times gone, had they just disappeared and left her alone and would never come back? Would she remember? Would she not? Would she be able to reminisce? Would she think back once thirty? And remember the good times they shared? Forget the bad ones. Even if it had to end like this. Please do forget the bad ones.

She stared straight ahead at the door and the man and the woman had visited (fucking). The door was pretty much white. Like everything else. Maybe her demon was white. Or black. Or maybe it was red as the car. Of the man and the woman who fucking visited. Why had they visited, again? Why?

Miley was doing well before. Now? Mhm, not so much. It was upsetting. They were upsetting (the man and the woman). She was upset. They should have left her alone. She would have been better. Much. And now she wasn't. She was simply back to basis. The look in her eyes was empty, she was pale. She was gone, Robbie Ray said. Lilly hadn't talked to her. Not yet. But she trusted Robbie Ray. She always had. Because, well… because he was Robbie Ray.

So she should probably go inside, right? She should probably push that handle. She should go inside. See Miley. Talk to her. Robbie said it was bad on the phone. She should see for herself. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad because she was Lilly. Lilly always brought the best out in Miley, Miley had said that. Or she used to. Lilly liked the idea of that. It was nice, somehow.

Should she go push go?

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She pushed and then went.

Miley heard the door go. She lifted her head. Her eyes were black. Lilly felt really sad. She crossed the floor, kissed Miley's cheek, lips lingering for a while. She pulled back and Miley had her hand on her cheek.

"How's life?"

She tried to grin sheepishly, but it probably looked a lot more like stiff.

Miley let her hand fall, "They were here."

The man and the woman. They were fucking there, "They were here." Lilly mumbled and nodded. She took a seat in the chair in the corner, "They visited, fucking."

"Fuck them and it."

Her eyes were black, not-so-full-of-emotion, "Fuck that."

She said that, and she was visited by her demon, demon demon demon

Miley reached over and grabbed a golden card, "They brought this for me. Apparently chocolate, flowers and golden cards can make up for everything. Even notlegs."

Lilly looked over at the card and grabbed her Book of Lyrics; Do Not Look from her bag. "Apparently so."

Reading, "With wishes for your well. Love-" pause, "The man and the woman wrote love."

"Love isn't right. That's only for lovers and family." Lilly concluded, licked her lips, "I like chocolate."

"Only for family, and… lovers."

"I like chocolate."

"Lovers."

Lilly stared at her. Wondered. Why did the man and the woman bring chocolate, flowers and golden card? Why was Miley the one who had to be broken? Why was it them? And where was Oliver and Jackson and Robbie? What did it really mean when Miley said lovers? And what were her and Miley? Were they… lovers?

Questioning, "Lovers?"

Miley's head pecked up, "They left their number if I wanted to talk to them later when I felt better. They said."

Wondering, "Miley, can I ask you a question?"

Miley blinked, "About lovers?"

Agreeing, "Yeah. Are we – are we lovers? Can I ask a question about that?"

Miley paused, "Not now, not now Lilly."

Objecting, "Are you my lover, Miley?"

Miley had a tear in her eye, whispered, "Don't ask me that." with a shake of her head, and her big blue eyes.

Lilly's breath hitched in her throat.

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Lilly stuffed her Book of Lyrics; Do Not Look into her bag again and stood up from her chair. She took a step towards the bed. "I'ma take this." She said, snatching the golden card. "I'ma go."

Miley stared at her with an open mouth, "What are ya gonna do, Lilly?"

Lilly stared back down at Miley. She didn't know what to feel. Miley didn't want to talk about it. Miley was gone (again). She had to do something. She had to figure this out. She pushed a hair back, praying for change after this, begging for her demons to leave and for Miley to be fine, "I'ma go." She whispered, and turned for the door.

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She was wondering if this was a good idea.

"Do you think this is a good idea, Lil?"

She looked at her best buddy and blinked a few times, "I'm wondering if this is a good idea, Ollie."

Oliver reached a hand out and placed it on top of her hand on the mouse on the table on the floor on this earth, "Then don't do it. Don't… press those letters."

"I'm gonna press those letters."

He removed his hand from the… that, and leaned back in the chair, "Fine, and it's okay. Who says that just because you press those letters means you have to walk there."

She gave him a soft look, determined, "I'm gonna walk there."

He was silent and she typed the keys. The golden card was next to her. On the table. Her school books were scattered on the floor for she never did her homework anymore. (Except Creative Writing, but that was because of… well because of Creative Writing). Her mother was downstairs. Oliver was next to her. And she wrote the phone number.

A couple of addresses showed up. They leaned forward. Pressed their noses into the screen. Why was there not an address with a the man. Or an address with a the woman next to? It was a very legitimate question.

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Oliver bit his lip, "What are you gonna choose?"

"I'm gonna walk. Between all of them houses."

Lilly was determined. She was going to walk, because when she stared at those numbers. She felt angry. She was angry with them. Her demon was banging inside her head. She knew she would feel better. She knew.

"Why don't you just take… oh."

Frowning, "I can't take Casper."

"I know."

"Because the red car wasn't hurt at all. Casper is gone."

"And Miley is broken."

"She's very broken."

She turned her head to him. He was a good friend, she decided. He was there for her. And for Miley. He supported her. And Miley. He loved her. And Miley… Maybe Miley a little more, actually. But that was only because she needed it.

"Mr. Stewart said she was doing better. But now she's bad again." he paused, "Are you gonna make it go away like you did the last time?"

They both leaned back and breathed properly, "I'm gonna walk and get my own demons cleared out." Pause, too, "And then I'm gonna make it go away like I did the last time."

There was a knock on the door.

"You may now enter."

Heather Truscott with a slight headpoke, "I am brining you cookies and milk, your highness."

"Leave it on the table, please."

Done that, headpoke, leave.

Oliver turned to look at her. Questions were in his eyes.

She grinned, "Don't ask."

--

The man opened the door. "Can I help you?"

Lilly had her hands on her hips and she stared at him in despair, "Can I see the woman too?"

The man looked confused. But he brought the woman. They were both in the door, and Lilly still had her hands on her hips. She had to tell them what they had ruined. She had to let them know how much they had destroyed. What they had broken. Because it was wrong that they were so fine, when Miley was so not. And it was wrong that they brought chocolate and flowers and gold card, because it couldn't fix the notleg. Almost nothing could. And Lilly was angry. And she was going to snap at them and yell at them and maybe even cry in anger.

"What can we help you with, dear?"

The man.

"You look familiar, have I seen you before?"

The woman.

"Oh dear, she's the girl from the accident."

The man – again.

"Come inside sweetie."

Again, the woman.

Objecting, "No thank you, I'd rather just talk right here."

They looked puzzled.

Lilly therefore elaborated, "I just want to say that I think it's very unfair that Casper is gone when the red car is here. I want to add that I think it was very stupid of you to visit Miley at the hospital when she still hasn't gotten used to her notl- to her artificial leg."

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The man had an understanding look on his face, and Lilly hated him for that. The woman opened her mouth to tell her otherwise, and she hated that too.

"Don't say anything." pause, reaching a hand out to stop them, "Do you have any idea of what you've done? What you broke?"

The man, "It was an accident, it's not our fault.

The woman, "We're very sorry, It's not like we could control it. We didn't do it on purpose. It could happen to anyone."

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Lilly nodded, but flashes of Miley and Hannah & Lola came before her eyes and she felt the tears press behind her eyelids like crazy. There was no Hannah, no Lola, no Mike, no manager. No more. Shaky, "Do you have any idea of what you've destroyed?"

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The man's face fell, the woman shrugged, "We know it's gonna be hard for her without a leg, but she'll get used to it after a while, and then maybe it won't be so bad."

"She was perfect." Lilly said, "She had her entire life planned out for her. She was gonna go all the way. And you destroyed that. There's no more Smiley Miley. She's… she's not herself anymore. She-" pause, breathe, continue, "She's broken, she- she can't dance."

The man's hand tugged the woman's, "She was a dancer?"

The woman squeezed, "We're sorry to hear that."

Lilly spat, "Well, you should be!"

And then Lilly left.

--

That was enough.

She had her demons. She dealt with them. She had problems. She worked them out. She needed release. She talked to the man and the woman. She needed Miley. She was going to fix her.

Miley had fears. She could face them. Miley couldn't dance. She could sing. Miley was broken. She could unbreak. Miley was sad. She could be happy. Miley needed a wakeup call. Lilly would call her.

"That is enough!"

She slammed the door as loudly as possible. Miley stared at her. Her eyes were black and empty. She was still broken. Lilly threw her bag in the chair. She marched. Up to Miley's side. Stared right back at her.

"This is enough, Miley." She was determined, "We're gonna work this out. Now."

Miley swallowed, "Work what out?"

Lilly's jaw tightened, "You, we're gonna work you out. Now."

"Me?"

"I had demons, Miley. I dealt with my demons."

"De-demons?"

"Yes, demons."

"Were they bad?"

"They were demons."

Miley nodded, "But what does that have to do with me?"

Lilly elaborated, "You're dealing with demons yourself." Swallow, move on move on move on, "You were doing better, now you're not. You don't wanna talk to me about lovers." Pause, alright, go on, "We need to talk about lovers."

Miley squeezed her eyes and rested her head, "I can't talk about lovers now, Lilly." She sighed, "I can't deal with this right now. I've got all these other things I need to deal with."

Lilly crossed her arms, "I can't except that, Miley. I need you back. You. Not this sorry excuse for a friend. I know you can't dance, I know it, but you still have your voice and all your fingers to play. You can't be Hannah, but you can be Miley. And I need her. Not Hannah. Miley's the one I need." She breathed out, shakyshakyshaky, "She's the one I love…"

"I can't. Not right now, Lilly. I can't go on without Hannah. She's… she's pretty much all I've got secure to hold on to."

She didn't comment on the 'love'. She said she had nothing else secure. What was Lilly? A midget? "What am I? A midget?"

Her mouth fell open.

"I can't believe you're being like this. We're all here for you. We all love you, Miley. You need to get back on your feet and get your life back."

Miley shook her head, "I can't do that…" she whispered, shakyshakyshakier. Teary Miley Blue Eyes. Sad, very much indeed. "I can't… I can go on without Hannah."

Lilly's breath hitched, in her throat, "You've gotta Miley." Lip quivering, fingers twitching, Goosebumps, "You've gotta let us in. We love you. Love has – love has gotta be enough, Miley, it has gotta be. Do it for me…" begging, oh crap and shit and fuck and damn, "I love you…"

Miley blinked, "I don't think I can do that."

Lilly squeezed her eyes tight. Tears fell out anyway. Warm, slick tears down her cheeks. "Please, though." She begged, open eyes now, "Can you try?"

Miley was biting her lip, "Don't ask me that."

Repeating, "Can you try?"

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