Miley and Jackson were in their bed. Jackson was already asleep, but Miley couldn't shake the terror off of her that easily.
There were too many things going on in her life.
First, it was Lilly, and now, her dad? What was with Mickayla? She had to react quickly.
Without trying to make any noise, Miley crept off of the bed. She kissed her brother's cheek and slowly made her way out of the room and into the unknown darkness. She was searching for a room. A room that kept her best friend.
"I have to see her again. She's not dead. She's not dead. She'a not de-" Miley was whispering to herself until a sleepy doctor came out of his dorm.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? IT'S LATE IN THE NIGHT! WE DON'T ALLOW PATIENTS RUNNING THROUGH OUR HALLS AT 2 IN THE MORNING!" he yelled with all of his might, getting all of his anger out.
"I-I'm looking for a room. I was allowed to stay in a room here. I'm sorry for disturbing you..." Miley said in a low voice.
The man's face lightened up and so did his voice. "Oh, well, please go on. And I am the one who should be sorry." He gestured to the end of the hall with his hands with a smile on her face.
Miley bowed, uncertainly. She wasn't sure if she wanted to go on. What if she ran into many more people?
At last, she got to her destination. Room 13. The unlucky number. Where was her dad? Probably in the same room.
There was a long pause as she went through everything that could back her up for coming here in the morning.
The door creaked as Miley slowly opened the door with her eyes closed.
Inside, there was...
Nothing.
Exactly nothing.
"Wh-wh-where are they? Th-they should be h-h-here... I'll wake up in any second. I hope," Miley choked out.
She slowly made her way into the room. There were only the plain things. A desk and a bed. But why was the window opened?
Miley rushed into the room. She looked out the window.
"AHHH!!!!! DOCTORS! COME QUICKLY! HELP ME! Please... I need someone... Why me? I don't deserve this," Miley exclaimed in sorrow.
Later that same day, the doctors were sipping coffee from their mugs, not paying any attention to Miley and her problem.
"Doctors. I will explain once again. Please listen... WITH CARE," Miley gasped out. "I woke up, wanting to see my father and best friend. But when I got there, nothing - I said NOTHING - was in that room except for the basic items. The window was opened, which wasn't seen often, so I went to check on it. When I looked out of the window. I.. I... I saw m-my dad and my b-b-best friend."
"So?" asked one tough-looking doctor. "What do you want us to do? We can't do nothing. We're just DOCTORS. Not INVESTIGATORS."
"THEN GO GET INVESTIGATORS! THIS ISN'T NORMAL! THEY WERE STATED DEAD BY THE LIPS OF YOU GUYS! THIS CAN'T HAPPEN ORIGINALLY!" Miley yelled in agony.
A small lady came up to Miley and took her by the shoulders. "Honey? I'm so sorry. All I can say is that... you've got a murderer on your hands."
Right then, I knew who it was. There was only one person to blame...