Miley was on her bed, waking up. Jackson had left, and she was feeling empty without him.
"Jackson?" Miley called. "Where are you?"
After a few minutes, Miley decided to get out of bed and look for him.
The cold air brushed Miley's body as she got out of bed. She appeared to be wearing hospital clothes. Yuck!
Sleepily, Miley rubbed her eyes, rubbing mascara all over her face and hands.
"Ugh! I wore make-up to sleep..," Miley said as she walked across the room to the nearest doorway.
Miley quickly regretted having to open that door. On the other side of Miley was Jackson, hung.
"AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! JACKSON! WAKE UP! DOCTOR, NURSE! PLEASE HELP ME!" Miley yelled. She whined in between sobs and fell to the floor, where Jackson's pool of blood lay.
Jackson was her only family member alive. This couldn't have been happening. Miley was going to wake up any second, and her dad, her mom, Lilly, and Jackson were going to be alive.
But that's what Miley was wishing for. She knew that would never happen.
A tall doctor came rushing into the room. "What happened?! Who is to blame of this cruel action?!"
Miley got up. "Me. I let him go. I'm sorry."
The man bent down to Miley's level. "What are you saying?"
"I'M SAYING I KILLED HIM BY LETTING HIM GO OFF INTO THIS HORRIBLE WORLD WITH OUT ME!"
There was a long pause with Miley sniffing and sobbing.
After a while, Miley ran out of the room.
That afternoon, Miley talked to one of the polices there.
"Excuse me?" Miley said, still not being able to get over the shock.
A young officer by the name of Lynda Carlson turned around. "Yes? what can I do for you?"
Miley took in a deep breath. "I think I might have the suspect that you're looking for."
Lynda looked surprised. She tapped a few officers and said,"Who is it?"
Miley paused. Would she be a tattletale? Yes. Murder is a good enough reason to tattle. "Her anme is Mickayla... The popstar sensation."
The officers gasped. Lynda was the frst to break the silence. "Well, do you have any proof?"
"Yes," Miley said, nodding her head fiercefully. "If you go to my house, you'll see her shoeprint. And not so long ago, I saw her smiling at me."
One of the officers chuckled.
"Is there something funny?" Miley asked, furiously.
The officer, William, put his chubby fingers on Miley's arm. "Hey, kiddo. She's never checked in here. Go ask the nurse at the front desk. Maybe your imagination-"
"NO! I'm not crazy!" Miley yelled in pain and ran out the door. Why wouldn't they believe her? She would just solve this herself.
Miley biked her way to the recording studio. She would strangle Mickayla for the truth. She wanted the truth, and she would get it. NOW.
At the entrance, Miley showed her ID and ran her way down the hallways, searching for Studio Room 917.
"Oh oohh woah, yeah. Ladadeeda. Ladadeeday-," Mickayla sang.
Miley kicked the door open and ran towards Mickayla with arms outstretched in front of her. "Why? Why, Mickayla?!" Miley screamed. She strangled Mickayla until blood came out of Mickayla's mouth.
"Ah!" Mickayla pulled off Miley's arms. "Get away from me, you freak! What's your problem?"
She couldn't believe it. Mickayla had murdered 3 people, but yet, she asked what was wrong. "What's wrong? I'll tell you what! YOU killed Lilly, my best friend! YOU killed my father! YOU killed my brother, Jackson!"
"Woah, woah, woah! Slow down there, little girl. Who are you?" Mickayla asked, wiping off her blood.
Miley had just noticed that she didn't have her wig on. So was she hallucinating when she saw Mickayla? She knew that Mickayla wouldn't recognize her without her wig.
Without answering, Miley ran out of the room and came back in with her wig on. "You recognize me, Mickayla?"
Mickayla gasped. "You.. You.. Security! Security! Sec-"
Miley covered mickayla's mouth and slowly said in a whisper,"Why don't you just start off with why you murdered my friends and family?"
"OK. Let's both get this straight. I don't even have the time to kill someone. I'm too busy trying to wipe your butt off of the charts. So tell me your story."
"I-I saw your shoeprints on Lilly's blood.. It was disappearing... Oil... I heard you.... And you'd try ANYTHING to get me off the charts, wouldn't you? So you killed my friends and family!"
"No. I didn't do it!"
"Yes, you did!"
Mickayla slapped Miley. The pain shrieked across Miley's cheek. She fell to the floor and closed her eyes... She fell into a long period of time into darkness...