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When I got home, I locked myself in my room and completely broke down.
Everything reminded me of Nick. Everything we passed, restaurants, trees, street names, houses, roads.
They all brought back something about Nick.
Nick's words and voice flooded through my mind. It was driving me insane.
I flooded into my room from the bathroom, my hand on my head as I stumbled around.
I wasn't the Miley I was 2 years ago.
Happy, go-lucky Miley.
I'm 16 now, broken, crippled, Miley.
I collapsed onto my bed, gasping for air. I was going through a mental breakdown.
"Why," I cried to myself, "why…" I fell back, the springs on the bed bouncing as I fell to them.
Is it possible to die from a broken heart? I questioned myself over and over again.
I was dying here all alone. When Nick was alive, still here, we were broken apart. I never saw him.
But he was there. He was here. He was in reach. He was alive, living his life.
Now that he's gone, we're apart, forever, I was broken.
"No!" I screamed into my pillow as I felt my mother's hand on my back.
She was worried as she slowly spoke my name. "Miley, Miley." She repeated.
"Stop it, mom, leave me,"-I was gasping for at this point-"alone." I spat out.
"I'm not leaving you alone! I'm scared you'll do something. I don't trust you to leave you alone." Mom admitted.
"Stop it mother!" I screamed.
That's when it happened. I fell off the bed and blanked out.
I felt myself gasping for air. My heart was pounding out of my chest, I couldn't breath.
I felt like my throat was closing and that's when I remembered.
I had taken a few more Tylenol than subscribed. A few more than two, maybe 10 more than I was supposed to.
My body decided to react quickly. I felt my eyes rolling into the back of my head and that's when I heard my mother scream.
"Billy, Brandi, anyone! Help!" She screamed.
"I'm sorry mommy." I managed to get out, though it was very raspy and blurred.
I thought the medicine would take away the pain, numb me for a little while.
I didn't think it would cause an overdose.
That's when I felt a cold hand touch my neck, checking my pulse.
"It's beating out of her chest, mom." Brandi said franticly.
"Call 911, now Brandi. Now!" Mom ordered.
I felt like I was going insane. My arms were going everywhere, along with my legs.
Mom and Brandi were restraining me; at least, I think it was them.
I felt the hot liquid pouring from my pores, dripping from my face.
My chest was collapsing, it felt like. My head was spinning.
I was dying right there on the floor of my bedroom.
My teeth chattered causing an awkward noise in my mind which collided with my own conscious.
How could you do this to Tish? My own thoughts asked me. Why are you selfish, Miley? Think of Mandy! Tish! Brandi! Noah! Nick!
Mom started to disappear, along with Brandi and my once joyful room. They were all gone.
Including me.
The pain subsided as I fell out of consciousness.
I didn't know if I'd died or just passed out. But whatever it was, it wasn't a comfortable state.
I started to open my eyes to a bright white room.
No furniture, no windows, doors, nothing. Just one curly haired boy.
"So this is why they sent me here." He huffed crossing his arms.
"What did you expect? A trophy?" I asked as I looked around.
"This is much more- rewarding." Nick laughed.
"What's the reward?" I asked walking closer to him.
"Hmm…" he stopped in thought.
I reached out to him and to my surprise, I didn't go through.
I gasped, I'm dead.
I stood taller and reached my head to his. I slowly pressed my lips against his, to make sure this wasn't just a trick.
To my surprise, I didn't wake up. I didn't fall through. I was kissing Nick.
"Oh my God." I whispered as I fell into his arms, hugging him so tightly any normal person would stop breathing.
He laughed, but not in humor. "You got what you wanted Miley," he started, "now give me what I need."
I looked at him confused. He saw that.
"You have to go back. You can't just give it all up like this. Think of Tish. She's petrified right now. The heart monitor is about to go flat Miley. You still have time." He said taking my hand into his.
"I can't leave you." I said as I looking up at him.
"You have to. If you love me,"-he took a deep breath-"you have to leave me. Go live your life."
"I can't live life if you're not there to live it with me!" I exclaimed.
"I'll be there, Miley, with you forever." He sighed.
"But you won't!" I screamed. "You're dead!"
"I'll be with you when I'm needed. I won't haunt you. I'll try to get in my brother's head. Get him to leave you alone. Go home Miley." Nick pleaded.
"No." I said.
"Look at your mother!" He screamed pointing to the side.
I saw images of mom, crying hysterically as the heart monitor started racing in the back of the ambulance, Brandi holding her as the nurse tried to help me.
"Keep breathing, my angel." Mom repeated to me as she held my hand.
"You can change that Miley if you go now." Nick said.
"But I don't want to." I murmured.
"You have to." He said squeezing my hand. "I'll be here when you come back."
"But that could be in 80 years!" I cried.
"80 years will go by fast." He laughed. "You'll forget me. You'll move on."
"I don't want to." I said lifelessly.
"Time will pass. You'll find love Miley. I promise you." Nick smiled.
"I-I'll miss you." I choked.
"I'll miss you too." He said warmly.
"One more? I'll be missing out for 80 some years, you know." I teased.
Nick laughed a quickly kissed me, then let go of my hand.
"Go," he instructed.
"How?" I asked.
"Now!" He said backing away.
He started to disappear, just like mom and Brandi and my room had.
"I love you." I whispered as the blackness returned.
This time it stayed for a while and I didn't know what had happened.
There was no voice in my head, no sign I was even alive.
Whatever I had done to myself wasn't good.
I was permanently like this, it felt like.
