2: Shadows

Peyton is done being depressed. It's been four years since her boyfriend, Justin Bieber, was shot by a guy named Colton--and now, all she wants to see is Colton, dead. Though, the familiar shadows are distracting her, because they all remind her of her boyfriend. What happens when she finds out that she was right, all along? And what happens when more shadows get into the picture? © 2013 by beliebervision. All Rights Reserved.


3. Chapter 2

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Peyton reassured the boys as she got to her feet and swept the dust off of her shirt and shorts. "Don't...don't worry about me. I'm okay." 

Ryan looked at her with concern in his eyes. "Are you sure? That breakdown didn't look like you were fine." 

She shook her head as more tears threatened to fall. "No, seriously. It's okay. It happens." She wasn't lying about it happening more than once. Every once and a while she'd just break down completely. But when she heard Colton's voice, she was surprised that she didn't pass out. 

After telling them it was okay a few more times, she noticed that Christian was staring at them, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. 

"May I ask what that was about before we continue walking?" He said, arms still crossed. Peyton kept her mouth pressed into a thin line. She didn't really feel like explaining everything to him right now, so Ryan and Chaz did it for her. After they were done, Christian gave Peyton a hug. 

"Oh, jeez, Peyton. I'm so sorry" She started letting a few tears fall as she gripped onto the fabric of Christian's white t-shirt. He let go and they shared a moment of silent understanding. Then, they set off towards the party again. 

The boys made attempts at getting Peyton to smile again. Chaz poked her stomach, Ryan kept trying to play with her hair, and Christian was just being himself--which was funny enough. Eventually, she cracked a smile and maybe even a small giggle before they reached the party.

"Come on, let's just have fun, okay?" Ryan said to her as they walked through the front door. There were about a million people there--okay not really a million, but it was crowded-and Peyton could tell that no parents were home. The staircase was littered with toilet paper and puke. Each and every one of the kids there had a red solo cup in hand. Some kids were playing beer pong over in a different room. Most of them were dancing in the huge entryway. One of them walked over to Peyton and the boys to greet them. 

"Hey dude!" Christian beamed, giving the guy a meaningful arm hug. The guy couldn't have been older than nineteen or twenty, which was weird, since they were all older than him. Peyton had to keep reminding herself that she wasn't eighteen anymore.

"Aye, what's up?" He asked. Peyton was surprised that he didn't have to look down at her, and she guessed that he was surprised, too. They were about the same height.  

Christian smiled at him. "Nothing too interesting, that's why we're here. Guys, this is my friend Noah. Noah, this is Peyton, Ryan, and Chaz." 

Peyton smiled at Noah and the longer she looked at him, the more she thought he looked like Justin. His skin wasn't as pale as Justin's would be, but his hair was the same caramel color, and it was naturally spiked up, unlike Justin's. Otherwise, his dark clothing and good looks reminded Peyton of Justin. 

"Peyton. Hellooo?" Chaz was waving his hand in front of her face. She blinked. 

"Oh, yeah. I'm here."

"Well, good. Let's go have some fun!" Him and Ryan made a loud whooping noise before they both dragged her into the sea of unfamiliar bodies.  


Peyton woke up in her bedroom at Christian's house with Ryan hovering over her, a wet cloth in his hand. From the red splotches on the once-white cloth, Peyton figured that she had been bleeding. But she had no clue where from. 

Ryan smiled. "Hey sleepy head. How's it going?" 

She shrugged and tried to sit up. A sharp pain made its way through her whole body, and she gave up her attempt to sit up. "Not so good, I hurt everywhere." 

"Yeah, you kinda got jacked up." He frowned. "You got drunk. Then I guess you went up to Noah and grabbed him, telling him why it was unfair that he ever left you, and that he waited four years too long to reveal himself...You grabbed a beer bottle and shattered it on the ground screaming profound language here and there..." 

Peyton stared at Ryan, wide eyed. 

"We had to drag you out. I don't know if Christian and him are friends still or not. Don't look at your legs, they're bloody." He added. Of course, Peyton forced herself to look down at her legs. Dried blood was stuck to them, but it looked like it was only a light trickle before. 

Her gaze whipped to the door when Chaz walked in, looking grim. "How ya feeling?" 

"I'm alright. Is Christian okay? I have to apologize to him." Peyton tried to get out of bed, ignoring the sharp pains that now only inhabited her legs, only to be stopped by both of the boys. 

"You're not getting out of bed." Chaz ordered. "That's final. I'll let Christian know that you're sorry, though." 

She reluctantly agreed to stay in bed. Chaz disappeared out the door again, which left Ryan sitting at the end of her bed. 

"Did I really say those things to Noah?" She asked. Ryan nodded. 

Peyton rubbed her face with her hands, over and over again. She felt so bad, yet she knew why she had said those things. 

"I know why." She said. "When Christian introduced us, I thought that Noah looked like Justin. Didn't you?" 

"Well...maybe a little." He confessed. 

"Okay, well, that probably influenced it. Along with that shadow Chaz and I saw earlier. It looked so much like him, Ryan. I guess I'm becoming paranoid with the thought that he might still be alive. It's possible, isn't it?" She asked, with the faintest glimmer of hope inside of her. Sadly, Ryan shook his head. 

"Faking a death that serious couldn't have been possible. And even if he did, then, I don't know. Four years is a long time to hide." 

Peyton figured that he was right. He had logical explanations for everything she asked him. After a little while more of talking, Peyton thought Ryan looked tired. So she let him leave and get some rest, which was an offer that he gladly accepted. 

When Ryan left, Peyton stared up at the ceiling. She was feeling a little tired herself, though she couldn't seem to close her eyes. There was something bothering her. Like a weird, cold, feeling that was tickling her spine. She felt like someone was watching her, but there was nobody in her room. She sat in an awkward silence, until, finally, whatever it was that was bothering her, bothered her to a point where she got out of bed and went down stairs. 

The living room was empty. The pool room was empty (yes, Christian had an indoor pool). Every room was empty, so Peyton gave up and started back up the stairs--when she heard a crash come from the kitchen. Then she saw it again. The same shadow that she had seen earlier. 

Except, it wasn't a shadow this time. It was a person. Coming out of the kitchen. Peyton crouched down on the stairs to avoid being seen by whoever it was. They came out into the living room, yet they were still masked by darkness. 

Peyton could make out their features, thought. Her mind must have been playing tricks on her, but, they were as tall as Justin, and they wore Black Supras, which were Justin's favorites. When they looked up at her, she almost fell off of the stair case. 

Their eyes were hidden by simple black shades. But there was no doubt in Peyton's mind that the person she was looking at was Justin. 

She screamed. And that was all she could remember. 


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