Alright, so since school is starting up again, my updates will be slower. I know, that's sad, but I'll still have updates. I must say that this chapter is kinda depressing. Anyways, onward with the story…

Disclaimer: Do I always have to admit that I don't own Hannah Montana? It's like majorly depressing to admit it.

LILLY'S POV

"LILLY WAKE UP! I have amazing news!" I heard Rose yelling. It was Sunday morning, and I'm pretty sure that it's early.

"Rose, come back later," I whispered, and started to fall back into my slumber. I felt the blanket being pulled away from me, I quickly grabbed it. I held it up to my chin.

"LILLY! Come on, wake up!" Rose continued yelling.

"How is anyone supposed to sleep, with you yelling like that?" Sophie said from across the room. Rose woke her up.

"I'm sorry Sophie, but I need to tell Lilly this amazing news that I just received," Rose said, letting go of my blanket. I snuggled under it.

"Rose, it's only seven o'clock, in the morning…on a Sunday. Go back to sleep," Sophie said. My eyelids started to feel heavy, and I was almost asleep. Just then, I felt Rose on my bed. She had just jumped, and landed on me. She hit one of my several bruises. I screamed out in pain, and tears sprang into my eye. Rose jumped off my bed.

"Lilly, I'm so sorry," Rose apologized, but she didn't even do anything; besides touching the bruise on my hip. I wiped my eyes, and forced the tears to go away.

"It's okay," I said, fully awake now. I stood up, and pulled on a pair of orange sweatpants; I rolled the bottoms up. Then I changed into a yellow tank top. This outfit didn't match how I felt, but maybe it would throw people off. Maybe, it could make people think that I was truly happy.

"Can I tell you my news now?" Rose asked, coyly. I sat on my bed, and Rose sat next to me. I started to pick at my dark blue nail polish.

"Go for it, I'm up now," I said, clearly irritated. I sat with my legs crossed. I looked across the room to Sophie's bed; she was sleeping, calmly.

"I got accepted to Columbia, the one in South Carolina. God, I can't believe that I actually got accepted," Rose gushed. My eyes began to line with tears; my sister was going to a college across the country. She had helped me through everything; my first crush, my first F, my first heartbreak, my feelings for Oliver, my second heartbreak…and now she just decided that she was leaving me.

"That's great Rose, it really is," I said, rushing to get out of there. She had helped me with everything. She was my best friend, besides Oliver. She just couldn't leave me. I ran into the bathroom, and locked the door. I noticed a razor sitting on the counter. Maybe, this could make my life easier.

"Lilly, are you okay?" I heard Rose asking to the empty hallway. I picked up the razor, and examined it. It looked sharp. I held it to my wrist; I was just about to cut myself, then I felt my cell phone vibrating in my pocket. I put the razor back down, and looked at my phone. It was Oliver; he had made my life livable, he was the reason that I didn't want to die.

"Hey Ollie Pop," I said flirtingly into my phone. I heard banging on the door.

"Lilly, I'm sorry, but it's my dream to get into there. Lilly, please open up," Rose said through the door. I didn't want to hear her talk anymore. She had caused enough damage for one day.

"Rose, just leave me alone! I'll talk to you later, unless you left for Columbia by then!" I yelled through the door. Hopefully, Rose would get the hint, and would just leave.

"Lilz…what cha up to?" Oliver said. I thought about telling him, that I was going to cut myself. I decided not to, he had enough to worry about; he didn't also need to know that I was thinking about that.

"Nothing. Just got woken up by Rose, and her 'amazing' news," I said, but amazing came out very sarcastically. I sat on the edge of the tub; I guess that Rose had given up on trying to talk to me.

"Oh…what was her news?" Oliver asked me. I played with the hem of my tank top.

"That…she's going to the college of her 'dreams', in South Carolina," I said; dreams came out just as sarcastically as amazing had, before.

"She's leaving you," Oliver said. I sighed, and stood up.

"Yea, she's leaving me," I said, sadly. I opened up the bathroom door, and wandered into my room. I sat on the edge of my bed.

"I'm sorry, Lilz," Oliver said. I heard the frying pan sizzle. Then, I smelt bacon.

"I know…listen, Ollie, I'll call you later," I said. I wanted some food.

"Okay…I'll see you later Lilz," Oliver said before I heard him hang up. I just realized he hadn't said Lilly once; teh whole conversation he had said Lilz, and I liked it. I walked into the bathroom; I needed to take a shower first. Shower then yummy food. I thought I had started to drool. I brought my hand up to my mouth, and felt nothing. I flung my hand down, and opened the bathroom door. I took off my sunny yellow tank top; just as I had, the door flung open, to reveal a slightly drunk stepdad of mine.

"Hey, Lilly, baby," He slurred. He took his hand, and hit my face. It stung, like no other. Then, he closed the bathroom door, and took my neck in his grip. He lifted my head, and then slammed it down onto the tile floor. I got dizzy, and felt like I was going to puke...or pass out. He kicked my stomach many times. Each strike I cried out in pain. He punched my shoulder, and left me on the bathroom floor. I was shirtless, crying, and felt like dieing would be a better option than going through this. I pulled myself up, with the help of the edge of the tub. I put my tank top back on, careful not to touch my stomach. I looked at the damage in the mirror; a huge bruise was forming on my stomach, and it hurt to move my shoulder. I looked at the razor, and decided that maybe this could take the pain away.

"I can't deal with this anymore," I whispered to myself. I started to sob, but it only made my ribs and stomach ache more. I took the razor, and sliced through the skin on my left wrist. I cried out in pain. It started to bleed. I placed the razor in the sink, and ran the water. I cleaned off the razor, and my wrist. My wrist started to stop bleeding; I sat against the wall, and pulled my knees up to my chest. I had my head in my hands, and I was crying my eyes out.

"Lilly…are you okay? What happened?" I heard Oliver ask. I looked up, and Oliver was sitting on the edge of the tub. I sniffled, and stood up.

"Why are you here?" I asked before I walked into the hallway, and then into my room. I didn't want his sympathy, so I slammed my bedroom door in his face. I crawled under the covers in my bed. I heard my door being opened.

"I'm here because Rose called and said that something was up with you. I was concerned and I came over. I was just worried about you," Oliver said as he moved me over, and joined me on my bed.

"Oh…Oliver, I think dieing would be a better option than getting constantly beat by him," I whispered into my pillow. He must have heard because he sat me up, and wrapped his arms around me.

"No, Lilz, don't you ever think that. You would leave so many people devastated," Oliver said, and then kissed my cheek. Sophie came into our room, and looked at us.

"Sophie, where's Kyle?" I asked, frantically. If he saw Oliver here, he would make sure that I was dead.

"I think he fell asleep a couple minutes ago. Mom said that she is going to take him shopping, for new couches…or something like that. So, she made you and Rose my babysitters," Sophie said as she looked through her closet. She took out a navy hoodie. She put it on, and left the room.

"Oliver, I think a lot of people would be devastated if I died, but people would move on. The world's not gonna come to an end just because Lillian Anne Truscott died. Miley would make new friends, Kyle would find another person to beat, my mom had other daughters, Sophie doesn't even really like me, and Rose would all the way in South Carolina," I said. Oliver pulled me closer to him. He ran his fingers through my hair.

"What about me?" Oliver, simply, asked. I snuggled my head into his chest.

"You…you would find another girl," I said as my voice cracked and I had tears forming in my eyes. Just the thought of Oliver, my Ollie Pop, being in the arms of someone else made me sad.

"Lilz, you are completely and totally wrong. If you ever died, I would be the saddest person around. I would grow up alone, and depressed. I would rather die, and be with you in heaven; then living alone," Oliver said. I looked up at him. He looked serious about this. I gently kissed his lips.

"Okay, Ollie. I'll try to deal with Kyle," I said, softly.

"Good," Oliver said as he took my left hand, and intertwined his fingers with mine. I just wanted to never lose his grip, and love again.

"Ollie, I love you," I said, sincerely. He kissed my hand, and turned my wrist over. His eyes almost came out of his head when he saw my scab.

"LILLIAN!" Oliver shouted as he jumped off my bed. He used my full name, and he looked pissed. Why did I decide that cutting myself was a good idea? He started pacing all over my room. He looked like he was going to rip something apart.

"Oliver, I'm sorry. I was just angry, and I thought no one cared," I said, and started to cry. I laid on my bed, and curled into a little ball. I watched Oliver burn a hole in my floor.

"Lillian, I can't believe you would do something like…like that," Oliver said, truly disappointed in me. I stood up, and walked over to him. I hugged him, and held on to him for dear life.

"I'm sorry, Oliver. I really am. I never meant to do it, and I will never do it again. I was just mad at Kyle, and Rose. I just figured that it would help me," I said. I cried into Oliver's shoulder. Oliver sighed.

"It's okay Lilly. Everything will be okay," Oliver said as he started to rub my back. I tried to take deep breaths, but I kept sobbing. I held on to Oliver like it was the only thing I had left…actually, he was the only thing I could depend on.

That chapter was longer than the others. I don't know what happened; I mean I just couldn't stop typing. Okay, so was it good, bad, okay. Review and leave your thoughts.
Since, dreadful school is starting up again; the updates on this story will be slower. But I plan on updating as often as I can.