Author's Note: I know I said I refused to add yet another extension to this oneshot-turned-trilogy, but I want everyone to remember, the two extensions (chapter 3 & 4) are fantasies. Some people need closure to these kinds of things. (; This is not an alternate ending, but rather, an add-on to the original extension. For those of you who just like to read but was contented with the original story idea, this is not the real story. THE REAL STORY IS ONLY CHAPTER ONE. I had to say it. Hah. So read now. Cry, be surprised, flame, compliment, and have fun reading!
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The next few days were an absolute blur to Lilly. After the terrifying call on Miley's cellphone, she and Miley had pulled on jeans and wrote her father a note, tossed it on the table, and biked their way in the rain towards the hospital. Lilly felt woozy from the déjà vu of the whole experience, and pinched herself again at the hospital to make sure she wasn't dreaming. Again.
She wasn't.
Almost no one was in the hospital waiting room, on account of it being 3:45 in the morning. The florescent lights that just seemed annoying before during the day had taken on an eerie atmosphere, like something in the Grudge 2. Lilly wasn't crying as hard as before, compared to Miley who was dehydrating herself dry. She didn't know why she wasn't crying. Could it be she had used it all up on Miley? Lilly squeezed her eyes shut, in attempt to make her tears flow but the only thing that occurred was a throbbing migraine.
"Lilly," Miley croaked her eyes dead and weeping. "Do you think Oliver is going to be okay?"
Lilly wanted so badly to reassure her that their best friend would be alright. She wanted more than anything to say that all he suffered was a little scratch on his finger. She wished she could say that Oliver would burst through those seemingly leering double-doors and throw his arms around Miley and herself, saying that he isn't hurt at all. On the inside she beat herself for not being able to say these things.
"I …I don't know Miley."
That was five days ago. Since then, it was announced about an hour later that Oliver had died, from internal bleeding and head trauma. He wasn't even put on life support. By then, Oliver's mom, Miley's dad and Jackson were there in the waiting room of the operating room. Lilly and Miley broke down and hugged each other so hard that when they gasped for breath, they choked.
Today, five days after the tragic day, Miley and Lilly were sitting silently, dressed in all-black attire at Oliver Oken's funeral. Lilly looked at Miley. Miley's head was silently hung, tears streaking down her cheek. Her eyes were hollow and dying, now a shade of dull gray. Her black-gloved hands were rested neatly on her lap.
"I'm gonna go see him, you want to come?" Lilly asked quietly. Miley nodded and followed her up to the open casket. Inside, Oliver looked so peaceful, almost like he was sleeping heavily. Lilly gasped, to see him in this state. Now, the tears flowed openly. There was no holding back now. "Oliver …" Lilly whispered. Miley was silent. Not even a sniffle.
"Oliver why did this happen to you? Why were you out at 3 in the morning?" Lilly asked no one. She knew he wouldn't spring back to life, like Miley had in her terrifying dream. "Oliver I wish you were here so Miley and I could say goodbye. You have to know, you are our best friend and we love you. And we're broken now." Lilly whispered. She took a white rose from the bouquet lying on the casket, and placed it on his chest. "Bye, Oliver."
Lilly walked away sniffling. She tried to listen to what Miley was saying to him, but couldn't make out anything. Her normally warm, thick Southern accent was shaded by sorrow—it didn't even sound like anything anymore. She sounded dead herself.
All Lilly could hear from her was "Lilly", "Can't" and "Say". It made no sense to her, so when Miley walked back towards her she asked what she had said to him.
"Nothing really." Miley told her, wiping away a tear that had escaped, no matter how hard she tried to keep it in. "Nothing important. I just sang him a song …that's all."
For the first time in almost a week, Lilly and Miley smiled.
Although Lilly and Miley were asked to say a eulogy in Oliver's honor, they declined the offer. They knew what was great about him, and so should everyone else at the funeral. And if they didn't, then they really didn't know him.
"Are we ready?" the Priest asked. No one answered him, and he took this as a yes. The casket was closed and sealed. Some melancholy music started to play softly, as the casket was lowered into the ground. Lower …lower …lower …into the ground where Oliver would be one with the Earth. Miley and Lilly moved towards the end, their arms linked. The casket sunk even more. And then, it reached the bottom. Oliver was really, truly gone.
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Miley's eyes fluttered open. She looked at the clock, to see it was 2:45 in the morning. Quickly, she grabbed her cellphone and started dialing a number.
"Oliver, it's Miley …where are you? …Oh, okay. Are you okay? …I was …um, I was just wondering."
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Author's Note: AH HA. You didn't see THAT coming now did you? I know I'm so evil and annoying. Please review! You never know if I'll get another idea! If you didn't get the twist on this story, it was that the whole entire thing, Miley's death, Lilly's dream and Oliver's death was actually MILEY'S dream after all! Anyways. Thanks for reading, and please review!