A/N: Okay, so I'm gonna go ahead and rate this one as a T, since there's violence and bad language (well I'm not definite about the language, but it's more than likely). All reviews, critical or otherwise, are welcome, especially since this is my first fic and I could probably use the help. Anyway, let me know what you think. Oh, and in case you're wondering, the title (morbid as it sounds) is the name of a song by The Spill Canvas.

Bleed, Everyone's Doing It

She sighed, her tears mingling with blood as the steel blade went deeper into her skin. She knew it was wrong, but right now, she didn't care. The irony was, and she fully appreciated it, that this knife was the only thing that made her feel alive these days. She was broken, she knew that, but what she didn't know how she was ever going to feel whole again.

Three Months Earlier:

"Miley!" He called, jogging in a vain attempt to catch up with her. "Miley! You can't avoid me forever you know!"

She stopped suddenly, turning around to face him with eyes full of anger. "Really? What happened to 'you can do anything if you put your mind to it'?"

"Okay, that is so completely not what I meant. Come on Miles, slow down, I'm getting a cramp here."

Miley reluctantly slowed her pace, though she was still walking fairly fast. "I don't understand why you're still following me Jake. I thought I made my feelings pretty clear."

"Believe me, you did" he rubbed his head where she had slapped him, the humiliation fresh in his mind. "I just thought that maybe we could, you know, talk about it."

"'Talk about it'?" She asked incredulously, "You hit on my best friend Jake, I really don't know what more there is to be said."

"How about 'sorry'? I just realised I never said it before. I am by the way, sorry that is."

Miley rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Look, I really have to go, I'm meeting Lilly and Oliver in ten minutes, and having y'all tagging along probably wouldn't be for the best."

"Oh. Okay. I guess I'll see you at school then."

"Bye Jake."

She continued walking in the direction of the beach, oblivious to the venomous expression on her ex-boyfriend's face as he watched her leave.

"Miles! Over here!"

"Hey guys!" Miley grinned, hugging first Lilly and then Oliver, her two best friends in the world. "You'll never guess who I just ran into."

Oliver scowled, pushing a lock of shiny brown hair from his eyes, "Does his name begin with a 'J' by any chance?"

"Oh, you saw?"

Lilly nodded sympathetically. "What did he want this time?"

Her friend shrugged, seemingly put out by Oliver's reaction, he still wasn't looking at her, his focus instead on the waves ahead of them. "I didn't really give him a chance to talk. He probably just wanted a hook-up, it's no big deal."

"Okay." Lilly wasn't entirely convinced, but decided she'd let it drop for now, girl-talk had always made Oliver uncomfortable anyway. "Hey, did you guys see the trailer for the new Hannah Montana video? It looks good right?"

Miley laughed, a sound that made Oliver turn his head, his expression oddly pained, though his friends didn't seem to notice. "It does look good doesn't it? Daddy hired Joseph Kahn, he's worked with Britney Spears, Destiny's..."

"Destiny's Child, Kelly Clarkson, Gwen Stefani... You've told us before Miles," but he was smiling now, "honestly, could you be more of a name dropper? Argh!" He jumped out of the way as his friend's fist came at him, only to be hit from the other side by Lilly. "Jeez, I was only kidding" Oliver grumbled, rubbing his arm, "But don't worry, it's not like it'll bruise..."

Lilly's face twitched in amusement at his obvious pain "Suck it up Oll, don't tell me that you got hurt by a girl?"

"Of course I'm not hurt" he backtracked, his reputation at stake, "but if you want a friendship that's based on violence then I probably will be someday soon."

"Suuuuuuuure. I'm gonna get a smoothie, you ladies want anything?"

Miley smiled "No, I'm okay, thanks anyway though."

"Oliver?"

"Uh, I'll have a hot-dog if you're offering."

"Okay, I'll be back in a couple of minutes."

Miley removed her shirt as Lilly left, so that she was lying on the sand in her bikini. "You know, you need to relax, you're being far too obvious."

Oliver dragged his eyes north, but he couldn't tell what his friend was thinking due to the aviators covering her sapphire eyes. "What do you mean?"

"Well if you keep acting jealous every time another guy gets mentioned she's gonna figure out something's up." Miley entwined her fingers with Oliver's, a barely noticeable frown crossing her features. "We've talked about this, I thought we were gonna keep us a secret for a while? Just be on our own before people start judging."

"I know" he sighed, glancing up to where Lilly was bickering with Miley's older brother, "I just... I hate lying to her."

"And I don't? She's my best friend for crying out loud. We'll tell her Oll, I promise, I just want you to myself for a while okay?"

"Well when you put it like that..." He dipped his head so that their lips were about to meet when Miley pushed him away, a little harder than she'd intended. "What the..."

"Don't tell me, you just got hurt by another girl."

He could hear the laughter in Lilly's voice before he even turned to look at her. Instead he glanced at Miley, who had removed her sunglasses to meet his gaze guiltily, mouthing 'sorry' the second Lilly sat back down. Really, he was getting used to it. It had been three weeks now, three amazing, yet secretive, weeks since Oliver and Miley had finally admitted how they felt about each other. Not love, they weren't naive enough to believe that they were in love, they were only seventeen after all, but like Miley had said to him the previous night, they were getting closer to it every day.

It was strange how it had happened. Going from being best friends one day to so much more the next. But that wasn't what was strange about it, Oliver reflected. What was strange was how smooth a transition it had actually been. They had just been watching television, the same as always, but Lilly wasn't there and somehow, the air had been charged with this tension, this electricity, and they both knew something had changed for good. When Miley had kissed his cheek he had known for sure, turning her face so gently she felt as though she was made of glass, so that his lips could meet hers in a kiss that left them both breathless. Miley had been the first to draw back, her expression unreadable.

"Why do I get the feeling I've been waiting for that to happen since I met you?"

Oliver had felt his heart leap in his chest, he felt exactly the same way, like things had just clicked perfectly into place. His heart leapt again however, when Miley grabbed the front of his shirt in both fists and dragged him back to her lips.

"Oliver! Are you awake over there?"

He blinked a couple of times as he focused on his surroundings again to see Lilly looking concerned.

"What?"

"You look like you're in a coma. Maybe he's been in the sun too long" she added to Miley, "You need to go home?"

"No, don't be crazy, I'm fine. I was just... remembering."