Disclaimer: Sadly I have to say that I do not own Hannah Montana, no matter how much I want to.

Chapter 5: Confessions, Letters And A Conclusion?

I stopped dead and let Olivers' words sink in. Slowly the realisation of it hit me. I couldn't believe it. He was right. 100% right.

"Oh my God." I said softly putting my hand to my mouth. "In a way we did. In a way we did kill her."

I couldn't believe it.

"Aha." Oliver said nodding.

We continued walking up the beach to Rico's.

"OH MY GOD! Together we must like add up to 50% of the overall reason." I cried wringing my hands.

I looked at Oliver.

"What do we do?" I asked him.

Oliver shrugged his shoulders and then he shook his head.

"Honestly, I have no idea. What is in the past is done. Nothing we can do about it now."

"How can you say that? Aren't you even a little bit upset that you are one of the main reasons that she is no longer with us?"

Oliver stopped dead.

"How can YOU say that?" He hissed. "Of course I am. How do you think I feel? She clearly states that I am one of the main reasons. That hurts!"

"YOU?! What about me? To know that I basically killed my sister!" I screamed. Lucky for us, no one was around.

"She was my best friend my entire life! She was more than my sister to me! She was like my twin in a way!" Oliver shouted.

"Look, we both were responsible in some way. Like you said: what's in the past is in the past. It's done. We can't fix it now. It's too late." I said sadly.

Oliver looked down and nodded very slightly.

"Alright, let's get everyone." I said running off with Oliver right behind me.

***

"Ms Truscott!" I banged on her door. "Ms Truscott!"

"What's with all the noise?" Ms Truscott said opening the door.

When I saw her I couldn't help but gasp.

Her hair hung loosely in strands all over the place. Her face was stained with tears and her eyes no longer had the energy they once dead. They were hollow and dead. Ms Truscott , herself, was deathly pale. Where one upbeat person once stood was replaced by a shell of a woman.

"What do you want?" She said her voice thick with tears.

"To show you something and everyone." I said in a small voice.

"Come in." She said in a wary voice.

We stepped into the house. The house seemed different. I had been in her before her death but this time it was different. The house seemed to have been sucked of all its energy. It was cold, dark and creepy. I guess I just didn't notice it before. I was too focused on why Lilly had wanted to end her life.

I shivered, feeling the full extension of the cold. I pulled my coat more tightly around my body.

We walked slowly into the kitchen where Ms Truscott was looking for something.

"Tea?" She asked.

He hands were shaking so much that the teapot jangled.

Oliver and I nodded.

Shakily she attempted to make the tea.

CRASH.

One of the cups had been dropped. I immediately stood up to help.

"Let me." I whispered gently taking the dustpan and broom from Ms Truscott and sweeping up the shards.

Quickly and silently I made the tea and manage to set three mugs of warm tea in front of each of us. We drank our tea in silence. Not one of dared to speak.

When we were finished I got up and I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. It was one top of a small box that was on top of the bench. The box wasn't there yesterday. I shuffled towards it and picked it up.

It was a piece of paper folded with the words 'To Who Ever Reads This'. My throat constricted and my heart skipped a beat. I knew that handwriting. I would recognise it anywhere.

With quivering hands I picked it up and read it.

To Mum and Dad

I'm sorry but I can't do this anymore. The pain of it all is too consuming.

Please forgive me.

Lilly

My heart was beating faster now. I remember Ms Truscott crying over a piece of paper. THIS must have been what she was in tears. It all made sense now. This wasn't just any note. It was a suicide note.

"What do you have there?" Oliver said softly.

"Lillys' suicide note." I whispered.

He looked up at that.

"Wh-what?"

He grabbed the note and I could see his eyes dart left and right as he read it. When he finished he looked like he was about to cry. I looked over to see Ms Truscott in tears. She knew I had seen it and read it. Yet, she didn't bother to stop me.

"I was going to show it to you later." She said, her voice thick with tears again.

I could only nod. The pain was all coming back now. It seems Lillys' death will always haunt me.

Then I knew what I had to do now. I pulled out Lillys' letter to me.

"She wrote us all notes." I said quietly.

Ms Truscott nodded.

"I noticed that earlier."

She pulled out hers and dissolved into fresh tears.

"We should get the others' to read theirs. It would only seem right." Oliver said in a croaky voice.

***

Half an hour later, everyone was here. The Okens, Dad, Jackson, Mr Truscott and Damien. I use to like that guy but now, every time I look at him I feel a surge of anger.

I passed around the notes and everyone took them looking puzzled.

When they had their notes they disappeared to different parts of house to read them. There was an eerie silence as people read them. It was only broken by the sound of paper and soft sobs.

They all came back 20 minutes later, rubbing their eyes. No one wanted to say anything. Not a single sound was heard. Then suddenly it was broken.

"YOU WERE THE REASON!" Olivers' sister Vicky suddenly screamed, pointing at me, Oliver and Damien. "YOU WERE THE BLOODY REASON SHE DID IT! THE REASON WHY SHE IS DEAD!"

"Vicky-" Mr Oken began.

"AND YOU!" She said, ignoring her father but instead pointed a shaky finger at the Truscotts. "WERE ALSO RESPONSIBLE!"

"Vicky!" Mrs Oken hissed at her.

"She's okay." I said. "She's right."

They all stared at me.

"I didn't realise that Lilly was falling. As her best friend I should have realised."

Oliver nodded.

"But as her mother I should have been the one to notice it." Ms Truscott muttered.

"In a way, we were all responsible. In a way we all were a part of the whole reason." I continued.

"There must be more to it." Mr Oken argued.

I shrugged.

"There probably is. I haven't figured it out yet but there is probably more too it than just us. I mean if there was a problem with any of us, wouldn't you think she would come to us about it?"

"But she didn't!" Jackson said.

"She should of! Vicky said. "Why didn't she?"

"I think it's because she didn't want to worry us. I think she knew that we had too much on our plates that she didn't want us to worry." I said.

There was another silence.

"What I want to know is what he did." I said, breaking it and pointing a finger at Damien.

Damien had remained quiet through-out this entire affair. I desperately wanted to know what his letter had said but I knew that would be prying and that was just rude.

"ME?" He said defensively. "What the hell did I do?"

He did look nervous though. I came to the conclusion that he is hiding something that he doesn't want everyone to know.

"You know!" I said trying to sound like I knew but really I didn't.

"I didn't do a THING!" He shouted the last word.

I looked at him with my eyebrows raised.

"Really? Because I don't think so." I pulled put my letter from Lilly.

Damien seemed even tenser than before. Perhaps I did know what he was probably thinking. I read out the bit concerning him.

"The thing with Damien………it's difficult to explain. I don't know why he did the things he did but he did. I shouldn't trouble you with the details of my poor pathetic life so I'm not going to."

I looked at him. So did everyone else. He was sweating like anything now. It seemed like I had him cornered.

"Apparently," I said continuing. "This whole thing started with you." I poked him right in the chest.

"I didn't do a thing."

"Lilly seems to disagree there."

He looked at everyone.

"I DIDN'T DO A THING!" He yelled before storming out and slamming the door behind him.

"I think he did something and doesn't want to admit it." Oliver said.

"You are such a doughnut." I said rolling my eyes.

Oliver laughed.

It was the first time anyone had laughed in days. It felt good to hear someone laugh again. Almost like it was the first sign that we could get through this, no matter how hard it may seem.

A/N: So yeah, I hope this chappie was up to scratch. I have heaps more ideas for this story. So keep looking out for updates!