Title: Jagged Edges
Rating: M
Author: Freeing Alys
Summary: It's funny how much a person can change in two years. Liley. Rated for self-hatred, self-mutliation, eating disorders, and lots of other stuff I may not be sure of.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Hannah Montana or anything/one affliated with it. That all belongs to Disney.
Author's Note: First of all, I'm so happy this story is getting lots of good feed back, since I love writing it so much and what it is about. :)
E.Osmentissuperhot: I don't know…I've never had anyone ask me for requests before…but yeah, if you have something you think I could write, drop me a message or tell me in a review! Thanks for all of your reviews.

13. Strange

Three hours later I'm sitting on bed, gently rocking back and forth. "Miley?" I glance at my door and Dad is standing there, staring at me. Looking worried.

"Yeah Daddy?" I ask him and he cracks a small smile at me.

"Are you okay bud? Is everything okay with Lily?" He asks me stepping into my room and I shrug my shoulders. I don't know if I can-or even should-tell him the whole truth.

I lazily shrug my shoulders, not sure of what to do. "I don't know." I mumble when he sits next to me and wraps an arm around me.

"Maybe a little break will be good." He says and I furrow my eyebrows into the center of my head.

"What?" I ask leaning back from him, unsure of what he is saying, really. Does he not want me to be with Lily? Is he disappointed in me?

"What I mean, is that space is good for all relationships." He elaborates and I nod my head slowly, not knowing what he is meaning.

"Are you disappointed in me?" I ask, wanting to hear the answer come out of his lips. Dad hasn't talked to me all that much since I told him about me and Lily, and it has started making me paranoid.

"No." Dad says and he smiles at me. "I just want you to be okay." He whispers and then kisses me on the cheek. In the moment I realize I miss what we used to be, when I was a rising superstar and he was my 'people', we were closer then we had ever been before in those months. But then it just slowly went away, as Hannah grew and I started writing more of her music.

"Okay." I say and Dad stands up from my bed.

"I hope things turn out okay." He says and then quickly walks out of my room.

I nod my head and then I fall back down onto my bed, thoughts of Lily swirling around in my head. Ever since she told me how we came to be, I couldn't stop thinking about the day we met. I thought she was just a rebel, who wanted to be my friend because no one else wanted to be mine. I guess not, I guess she was just attached to me, and trying to deny it. I let out a sigh and then the feeling creeps over me.

I sit up in my bed, my hands slightly shaking, the feeling is right there in me and I don't know what to do with it. I glance at my five steps for panic attacks that Mrs. Avery gave me, but they don't do anything. It's not a panic attack.

I quickly stand off of my bed and start pacing around my room. "It's fine." I try to convince myself, but the feeling is still there, itching at me.

I take a deep breath and pace more around my room, trying to free my mind. I glance at my guitar, sitting in the corner of my room and I wakl over to it. Hannah Montana always was the one thing that could make everything better, half the reason I invented her.

I pick up the instrument and carry it over to my bed with me, the feeling still eating at my insides. I set the guitar in my playing position and start to strum on it. I close my eyes and move my fingers around the fretboard, making up different progressions.

As I play my mind does what it always does, it starts floating around and I'm no longer in control of it of where it's going. As I set my fingers in a G chord my mind starts to roam and automatically it goes to back into the bathroom. My eyes shoot open as I try to find something else to think about, anything else.

Not able to calm my mind I set my guitar by my side. I let out a sigh, and then my cell phone starts to ring, rattling me. I lurch over and quickly pick it up, hoping it's Lily. "Hello?" I say into it, not even bothering to check the caller id.

"Hey Miley." Lily says and I can tell that she's scared, but I don't' know what to do to make it go away.

"Hi." I say, my hands still shaking and the urge to run into the bathroom still in my head.

"Are you okay? You sound shaky." Lily asks and I nod my head my eyes squeezed shut.

"Sure." I tell her as I start rocking back and forth, trying to make the feeling go away.

"Miley, you sound bad. Should I come over?" Lily asks and then I think back to Dad, maybe he's right.

"No. I just….need space." I say and as soon as the words are out of my mouth I realize it's what I need.

"Fine." Lily mumbles and then I hear the click sound of her hanging up, and then nothing.

Sighing I drop my phone down onto my bed and stare back at my guitar, and without any reservations a song pops into my mind.

HMHMHMHMHMHMHMHM

First period is drama, but I don't think I could handle anything today. So I rush into Mrs. Avery's office and sit in front of her. "What's going on Miley?" She asks me as she pulls out her notepad and pen.

I watch her click her pen on and off, on and off in a single motion. I clear my throat and glance up at her, a half smile on my face. "Dad said something to me the other night, so I think I'm giving myself space from Lily." I tell Mrs. Avery and she nods her head and then writes something on her paper.

"Why?" She asks and then glances back up at me, her face calm and happy looking.

I shrug my shoulders and glance away from her. "I don't know, I just think I need it. To get better." I add, knowing that time away from anything stressful it would be an easier way for me to get better.

"If you think that's what you need, then it's very brave of you to take that action. What does Lily think?" Mrs. Avery asks me and I shrug my shoulders, judging from the way she was the night before, probably mad.

"Upset." I say and then glance at Mrs. Avery who is nodding her head.

"She might not understand, but I'm sure she won't hold it against you." Mrs. Avery tells me and I nod my head, taking in the information. She might be right.

"Thanks." I stand up from my chair, feeling better about my decision and make my way towards the door, after Mrs. Avery waves at me.

HMHMHMHMHMHM

I'm riding home in the limo, just me and Dad tonight, since Lily as Lola is still counted as Lily. "Are you okay bud?" I glance at Dad, my blonde wig falling over my shoulders.

"Yeah, I'm just tired." I mumble and Dad nods his head.

"That song you did with your guitar, it was good." Dad says and I smile at him, I decided last minute to premire my new song about Lily, Strange, tonight right before the show.

"Thanks." I say and Dad nods his head. Althoguht he still does write a song or two for Hannah Montana, I usually write most of them. "Are you mad?" I ask Dad and shakes his head and then laughs.

"Why?" He asks and I shrug my shoulders.

"Because I'm writing more." I say simply and Dad laughs again.

"No bud, that makes me happy. You're just growing up." Dad tells me and I nod my head.

"Okay." I go back to staring out my window and thinking about what I'm going to say to Lily the next time I see her. If I decide I want to see her again.

"You might want to take that off." I follow Dad's direction and slip my blond wig off, as he takes off his mustache and hate. "We're almost home." He says and I nod my head.

The limo pulls into our driveway and I slip out quickly and run to the door, hoping I'm not spotted. Minutes later Dad is at my side, unlocking the front door. "You did good tonight Miles." He says as we walk in and I smile at him, liking that he thinks I did okay.

"Thanks Daddy." As Dad walks towards the kitchen I realize how we haven't had a long conversation together for months. "Do you want to have hot coca?" I ask and Dad turns to look at me, a smile on his face.

"Sure." He says and he walks into the kitchen to make the hot drink, me at his side.