Had she been watched this whole time? Had they been watching her every move? The fact that she had tears covering her eyes making everything blurry probably didn't help, but now she couldn't get away, and this wasn't the best time at all. She lifted her head and looked around to see a mob of paparazzi surrounding her vision, as they all blurred into each other. She couldn't hold back the tears anymore, this was the final thing she needed to lose control. Tears started to overflow from her eyes, as they ran down her cheeks making them shiny and wet, her make up starting to take a similar path down her face. She bowed her head and clung onto Lila to seek some sort of comfort, and quickly tried to dry her face. "This is just perfect!" the voice in her head shouted at her, angry with her for letting her get into this state. This was the paparazzi's dream, catching her unexpected and at her worst, and of course, they didn't care this was just a good story to them. She had been lucky to avoid them on her last few outings, until now. "Why so sad Miley?" "What's happened?" "Smiley Miley no more?" "Who was it this time?" all their questions seemed to get louder and louder, all she could hear was their voices, poking their way into her life. Flashes fired everywhere she turned, each one brighter than the last, her head started spinning out of control, she couldn't take this anymore. "It's none of your business OK? Please! Just…just leave me alone!" her voice was shaky and vulnerable, and more tears rolled down her cheeks. This only gave the paparazzi more incentive to carry on. They came in closer to her, yelling more questions and caused bigger flashes than before. She pushed them away, struggling to break free of the trap she was getting stuck in. They resisted as much as they could, but her determination was far stronger than their own physical strength. She wriggled her way out and managed to break into a run down the shortcut to her house. They didn't seem to follow for too long, "They got their best shots" she thought to herself, as she slowly walks up the path to her house. She let herself into the door and ran upstairs, avoiding her family lingering around downstairs. She went straight to her room and put Lila on her bed and laid next to her. She'd had an exhausting day, and everything that had just happened on top didn't help. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

She woke up the next morning feeling refreshed after a well needed rest, and walked over to her dressing cabinet mirror and sat down on her black cushioned stool. She hadn't wiped her face from last night, and looking into the mirror and seeing her makeup and tear stained face, it all came flooding back. She quickly grabbed a cloth from her drawer and started frantically rubbing at her face to try and remove last night's memories. She got so lost in her thoughts that by the time she'd finished, her cheeks were glowing red. How could she have been so reckless? She sat there and looked at herself for a while, when the sound of her ringtone startled her. For a brief moment she thought it could be him, ringing to talk about what she'd said. But she was disappointed when she picked up her phone to see it was her agent calling. "Hello?" she sighed miserably. "Good to hear from you too, Miles!" the voice on the other end laughed. "Sorry." she said. "I just have things on my mind." "I can imagine you do girl! What in the world happened yesterday?" she could hear the sense of disappointment and shock in his voice. "They…just pushed me too far. They were making everything worse. I just wanted to get away from it all." She could feel the tears starting to reform in her eyes again as she replays the events over and over again in her mind. "I know, I know, I could see how upset you were. Would you care to explain why?" he questioned her with a serious tone in his voice now. "Well…I…I'd just ran into someone." she drifted off trying to convince herself this was enough. It wasn't. "Ran into who? What happened? You didn't get hurt at all did you?" she could barely make out what he was saying, the urgency and panic overbearing his voice. "No, no I'm fine. It was just…an old friend. We talked for a while and I told them a few things that's all." she sat on her bed and looked down floor. She felt like she had let him down, showing him up somehow. She wasn't meant to act like that in public, especially with people that can tear her down in seconds. She knew that he'd be left clearing up the mess she'd made. "I'm so sorry. I promise it won't happen again." he could hear her getting choked up, and started to feel sympathetic towards her. "It's OK Miley, you don't have to apologise! I'm sure we can sort this all out, it'll blow over in a few days, forget about it all." she was slightly uplifted by his optimistic words and for a few moments, forgot about everything. "I have to go now, but promise me you'll look after yourself OK? If you ever need anyone I'm right here. I'll leave you alone now, catch you later Miles." he speaks softly to her, wanting to reassure her that he isn't just her agent, he's a friend. "I will I promise. Thank you. See you later." she hangs up and feels it was a more enlightening than she thought it would be at the start, and started to gather up her thoughts and get herself ready to meet with her sister Brandi at the park.