Author's note : This idea was given to me by Solitarilyvulnerable. She asked me to turn her plot into a story a few months ago. I told her I would do it, and here it is... I haven't written the rest of the story yet coz, well, I want to have your opinions on this first chapter before going further, but also because I am working on Start All Over and on the episode 11.

This story is told from Miley's point of view.

Dedicace : This story is for Solitarilyvulnerable. As a matter of fact, the title of the story was inspired by her.

Disclaimer : I do not own Hannah Montana

Solitary and vulnerable, prologue

I was seventeen when the Hannah Montana craze ended. However, I didn't stop creating my music. I kept writing and composing. I still do it. It's just that Hannah was replaced by myself, Miley Stewart. No more wigs, no more pretense, no more disguise. Just me, plain old me.

You certainly are wondering what happened right? How could I possibly throw away my career as Hannah Montana? What made me do it, uh? Well, I have two words for you : Jake Ryan. Stupid younger me trusted the jerk. He knew about my secret identity. I told him. Why? I don't remember, just blame my stupidity. But anyways, he and his ego got hurt after I turned him down multiple times. Yep, he didn't take it really well and decided to get his revenge. This is where Hannah comes into the picture. It was junior year when Jake had this wonderful idea... One night, as I was having dinner with dad and Lilly, the jerk suddenly appeared live on TV, holding a press conference. And my world was turned upside down as soon as those words were pronounced as an introduction : ''Miley Stewart from Malibu is Hannah Montana.''

Life at school became hell. Lilly and Oliver, my two bestfriends, tried to help me as much as they could. They protected me from the students and tried to hide me from the paparazzis. Their lives became hell as well. And slowly, they drifted away from me. They couldn't take being watch 24/7. They couldn't bare being hurt and pushed and stalked by people they didn't even know.

Soon, we couldn't hang out anymore. I was being followed wherever I went. The pressure was too much for them to take. And I understood. This was why I created an alter ego in the first place. To escape this insanity and protect myself and those I love. But when I lost this, I lost my life too. Lilly, Oliver and I spread apart.

Two months before graduating highschool, I made a decision : I quit being Hannah Montanta.  I left school, I left Malibu and I left the state. My dad and I flew to New York where Jackson was studying. He had got into NYU. I didn't go back to school and became homeschooled. I didn't go out much either at first. What happened in Malibu scared me out of any human contacts.

I didn't have any more contact with Lilly and Oliver knowing that if I called them the paparazzis would be able to track me down. I didn't even tell them where I was going. I figured it would be easier this way. I didn't even say goodbye properly. I just slid under their door a letter. It didn't say much. Just that I was sorry and that I didn't mean to end our friendship this way. They deserved better. I know that. I just didn't what 'better' was at this time.

Time passed by. I got used to the fans and paparazzis and I started finding my way back into a normal life. At least, as normal as a popstar could have. I am 24, and I am still on top of the charts. I have my own loft in Manhattan and a girlfriend. Oh right, I guess you didn't know about that... I came out at my twenty first birthday. I had planned this huge party at the Ritz and I walked down the red carpet with my girlfriend, Emma Valentine, for the first time. The world was a little shocked at first but quickly got over it. Dad and Jackson have always been supporting in my love life. They never judged me and I am so grateful for that.

Emma was, is great. We've been together for four years now. I met her during a party after a concert. Her father was one of the producers of my first tour as Miley Stewart. He introduced us and we just clicked. I love her. She loves me. And now, we live together.

Today, I can say I have a really great life. I never thought I could have one with all the drama in highschool. But I made it happen. It was hard. But it made me stronger. I'm happy now. But one thing troubles me. You see, Emma isn't the first girl I loved. She isn't the one that made me realize I was gay. No. There was this one girl in highschool. The most perfect girl in the world. She was so beautiful and funny and talented and intelligent. She was everything to me back then. She was my first for a lot of things too. She was the first friend I had. She was the first person I ever trusted with my life. She was the first person I told I was Hannah. She was the first girl I fell in love with. She was Lilly Truscott, well known as my bestfriend. Well, I should say my former bestfriend.

I never got to tell her how I felt. I was young and scared. I couldn't muster the courage to open my heart to her and tell her everything I was feeling for her. I could tell her I loved her, but I chickened out every time I opened my mouth to utter ''I'm in love with you.'' I loved Lilly. Actually, scratch that, I still love Lilly, with all my heart, and I would give anything to see her again. I miss her.

Author's note : I hope you like this shaky beginning. I used the few lines Solitarilyvulnerable gave me as a prologue and worked around it.

I hope you like it. Tell me if you want me to keep working on this story.