"I should get a rest. Yeah, that would be good," she muttered to herself.
Miley had come home after she went to the hospital in search of proof. However, the data was lost.
Miley went to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water. 'I need to calm down. Maybe I'm just dreaming. It'll all be over after I get a good night's sleep.'
Right when Miley got into bed, she fell asleep. After all of today, she was tired.
In the middle of the night, Miley got out of bed. She felt like she was being controlled by the cold air. She wouldn't stop walking until... Until she reached her destination.
When Miley woke up by the sound of her alarm, she felt so lethargic. After a minute had gone by, she sat herself upright and rubbed her head. Could she be coming down with a cold? Then, she saw all of the mess in the room. The furniture was all on the ground and everything was broken. What was going on?
As Miley headed for her dressing room, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Bodies. Bloddy bodies covered her dressing room. Words were written on their foreheads. 'Nightmare.'
"AAAAGGGHHH!" Miley screamed. Then she heard dripping. She looked down. There was blood. Her hands were covered in blood. Could she have done this?
Then, right in the middle of the pile, there were all of her friends and family. Lilly, Miley's dad, Jackson, and Mikayla.
"No.. No. NO!" Miley fell to the ground. She wasn't understanding ANYTHING that was going on. Who did this? Miley? She knew one thing for sure. It wasn't Mickayla.
Miley grabbed her phone and dialed 911. How come no one was picking up? Then, a machine answered. "Hi, Miley. Do you finally give up? Is your madness eating you? Do you feel like you could die right there? Do you? Haha. Well then do it. Kill yourself. If you kill yourself, I go along with you. Think it over. I'll be waiting. And don't go to anyone for help because I killed them all. Every single living soul except for you. That would be suicidal."
Who was this girl? Miley had no idea but she sounded familiar.
Miley ran outside and looked around. No one was around. Was that girl right? Had she killed EVERYONE? That would be impossible, right?
Her phone rang again. She answered. "Hello? Who is this? Where are you?"
The girl on the other end said, "Tick.. Tock.. Tick.. Tock.. I'm waiting."
She hung up.
Miley didn't believe this girl. She would have to go to a place where a lot of people would be. The mall.
When Miley thought of it, she ran.
It was a big building. There were cars parked, but no one around.
Inside, there was no one but Miley. She dialed the number of the girl who had called her. She picked up.
"Hello? Who are you? Why did you kill everyone? Where are you?" Miley asked urgently.
"Hahaha. Silly girl. Look in the mirror," the girl replied.
Miley ran to the nearest mirror and when she saw the reflection, she dropped the phone with her mouth hanging open.
On the mirror, there was a girl. Half Miley, half demon.
"AAAAGGGHHHH!" Miley screamed. She couldn't take it. She needed someone by her side, but there was no one. No one. Miley was the one who killed everyone. "The girl" was Miley. Was this some sort of Jekyll and Hyde story?
Miley thought, 'Did I have a reason to kill everyone? Lilly? She was so brave. I wasn't. Dad? He was so happy. I was miserable. Jackson? He had a social life. I was alone. Mikayla? She beat my place to the top of the charts. I became second. Everyone else? They were all better than me at something or had something I didn't. Could this be envy?'
Then, Miley was laughing. Why was she laughing? "Oh, Miley. You're so crazy." Then, her voice turned deeper and colder. "I should just end you right here. Everyone was OK. I should've just killed YOU!"
Miley ran to the deli. She jumped in and looked around for a knife for the second time. She reached for one and before she could even stop herself, she had cut into her wrist. This was the end. This was how it was going to end. There's nothing to do but lie here and bleed to death.
Miley screamed for the last time in agony. "AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Miley was screming and was covered in sweat from head to toe.
Miley's dad rushed in. "What is wrong with you, Miles?"
"I-I-I guess it was just a bad dream," Miley answered.
"Well, tell me about-"
Interrupting her dad, Miley hugged him. She felt safe with him nearby. She would never kill him because he was happy. They could both be happy together.
"I love you, Daddy."
Miley's dad rubbed her back. "I love you too, sweetheart."