Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana, Ok? Ok, good we understand each other. Enjoy this fic...or at least try to be postive about it.

Last Resort, First Relief

"Miles," Jackson called as he pounded on the bathroom door," Miley, open the door! You've been in there forever!." He gave a frustrated sigh. "I know you're not doing anything in there! Know what? I'm gonna get a key!" Jackson left brifely to get a key then came back. "I'm coming in Miley." Might as well give her fair warning before coming in, just incase. He put the key in and turned it. He opened the door and gasped. Laying unconsious on the floor was Miley, wrist slit and bleeding. Lying next to her was a bloody razor blade. Without thinking, Jackson grabbed a towel and cut it in half. He tightly wound a peice on each of Miley's bleeding wrists to stop more blood flow.

"DAD!!!" He yelled. He pulled out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed 911.

"911, please state your emergency." Said a female voice on the other end of the phone.

"Please send an ambulance quickly. My sister has attempted suicide by slit wrists and she's bleeding alot." Jackson said. His dad had already come to the bathroom and was kneeling on the floor next to Miley. Both men had tears in their eyes. Jackson told the lady their address and all other information she asked for. They soon heard sirens as an ambulance pulled up to their house.

Jackson rode in the passenger seat of his dad's car as they followed the ambulance. Neither of them could speak. Jackson wept openly now. He couldn't believe it, his little sister, his only sibling, had attempted to kill herself. Why? was all Jackson could think. Miley had a great life, a loving family, great friends, a famous boyfriend, and she was Hannah Montana. What could be wrong? Why would she feel like dying?

They pulled up to the hospital. Jackson watched as they rushed Miley to the ER, she had lost so much blood. Jackson felt weak. He sat down as his Dad went through all the nessessary procedures. Jackson put his head in his hands. He felt as though his heart was being pulled out and stabbed repeadily. This tore him up. It burrowed deep into his soul until he felt like there was nothing left. Jackson didn't move when his dad sat down next to him. He was startled when his dad spoke.

"Jackson, can you call Lilly, Oliver, and Jake and tell them," He paused,"tell them what happened?" Jackson nodded. He knew his dad couldn't handle it. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Lilly's number first. It rang twice before picking up.

"Hello?"

"Lilly, this is Jackson."

"Jackson? What do you want?"

"It's Miley, she...she..." He took a deep shuddering breath.

"What is it Jackson? What about Miley?"

"She...She tried to kill herself Lilly." Jackson heard her gasp on the other end.

"Are you serious Jackson?"

"I wish I wasn't. We're at the hospital right now."

"Thanks, Jackson. I'll be right there."

"Lilly?" He asked before she hung up." Can you tell Oliver for me? I'll break it down to Jake." Lilly agreed and they hung up. He struggled to see the numbers on his phone as he dialed Jake's number. He wiped his eyes a bit as the phone rang.

"Sup?"

"Jake, come to the hospital quickly. Miley tried to commit suicide." Jackson said quickly. Jake said he would hurry there and hung up. They didn't have to wait long before Lilly and Oliver showed up, followed by their parents.

"What happened? Where's Miley? Is she going to be ok?" Lilly asked as soon as she walked up to them. Jackson was about to answer when Jake came in asking the same questions. All three people looked like they had been crying their eyes out. Jackson told them everything, how Miley had been in the bathroom for a long time before he opened it, when he saw Miley and when he called for help. Lilly was sitting in the chair next to him looking horror struck. There was a steady stream of tears flowing down her face. She thought the exact same thing as everyone else, Why?

They waited around for a bit before a doctor came out into the waiting room.

"Is there anyone in here realted to a Miss Miley Stewart?" He asked. Jackson and his dad immeadiately stood up and walked towards the dotor.

"How's my little girl?" Mr. Stewart asked when he walked up. The doctor sighed.

"Your daughter was in very bad shape when she got here, massive bloodloss and she has AB negative blood, very rare, very rare. We're not sure where this is going to go but if she makes it through the night then you can be sure that she's going to be fine." Jackson's eyes filled with new tears. There was a chance that his baby sister might die.

A/N: Ok, very short first chapter. I'll continue more later. Miley's life is in your hands, does she live? Does she die? You review and tell or I'll have to make the decision myself.

I felt the panic and tried to breathe, is this happening? I've fucking had it, oh God save me please, 'cause I don't think she'll make it through the night.- Die Romantic; Aiden