Mental

When Brittany gets framed for something she didn't do and gets sent to the mental hospital. It's all up to one guy to help her get through it and show everyone that she isn't the person the reporters say she is, She's way different. Maybe along the way things might get a little confusing and Mental. But what more do you expect from a patient at a mental hospital?

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3. I'm A Singer

-Justin's Pov-

 

                                           

 

                                            It's been a month since I seen that Britney girl. My mom hates

                                              it that I defended her. I don't know what's wrong with her.

                                               She taught me to not judge and look at that she's judging.

                                  Britney's different and not just because shes in a mental

                           hospital but something about her is unique. She doesn't talk

                                       to anybody but I promise I'm gonna make her talk to me. I got

                                 my keys and walked out the door into the car. I'm gonna visit her.

                                   I drove to the hospital and put my hoodie up and wore sun glasses.

                              "Hello. Who's are you here for?" a lady at the front desk asked. "

                         Uh Stephanie Jeans."  I tried my best to disguise my voice. But failed miserably.

 

 

 

 

                                  "Uh um alright. She's on the 4th floor." she looked unsure. I think

                                 she knows who I am. I suck at disguising myself. I walked

                                  towards the elevator and held my breath. I hate elevators.

                                     I'm claustrophobic. Once I got to the 4th floor I let out a breath

                                    that I didn't really know I held in. I started walking down the hall

                               and looked around. I didn't even think they had a Stephanie Jeans.

                            I just made that name up because I know they won't let me see Britney.

                               I walked into this like living room for the patients and looked around.

                                There was a few people here. I kept walking down the corridor.

                                        This place is creepy. Reminds me of scary movies.

 

 

 

                             This little girl came up to me. "Hi! I'm Katrina. What's your name?" She

                          yelled out cutely. "My names Justin." I smiled down at her. "Who are

                             you here for?" She asked. "I'm here to see a friend." I answered.

                      "Who? I know everybody here." She smiled. "Britney Cortez." I replied.

                          "Britney? You're not scared of her?" She asked. I chuckled and

                       shook my head. "Well her room is down that hall." She pointed to a dark

                          hall to the left. I sighed. "Thanks sweetheart." I smiled and started

                           walking down the hall. Once I got to her room I took a deep breath

                          and knocked on the door. "Hey you. What are you doing here?"

                                                                       A doctor asked me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                              "I came to visit Britney." I replied groggily, still trying to hide myself.

                   "You can't visit her. Go away." She hissed. Gosh this doctor seems mean.

                    'I wanna get to know her though. Maybe help her out. Can't you give

                             me a chance?" I asked. "I'm sorry. I'm afraid we can't. She killed

                             her family. What happens if she kills you?" She asked. "She was

                           just a little girl back then. You don't know what happened." I scoffed.

                  She rolled her eyes. "I'll let you see her but it has to be somewhere

                         public. Like the living area down the hall." She informed me. "Can't it be

                                 a little bit more private? Like just me and her?" I asked. She sighed.

                                      "Just this once. Just wait here while I tell the patients to

                                          go back to their room." She smiled and walked off.

 

 

"Okay Britney, here you are." The docotor chick said as she

lead Britney to a table. "You have 15 minutes. We will be

observing you from out there." She informed me and

walked out the door. "So Britney right?" I asked trying to get her to talk.

         She just stared blankly at me.

 "I bet you're probably wondering who I am and why I 

     asked to stay with you." I chuckled lightly. "My names Justin Bieber,

        i'm a singer. Well I heard many rumors about you and I just

              wanted to prove those rumors wrong." She just continued staring

               at me. "Want me to sing you a song?" I asked. She didn't say

               nothing at all. "Well I'll take that as a yes." I shrugged.

         I took a big breath and began.

 

 

 

Across the ocean, across the sea,
Starting to forget the way you look at me now
Over the mountains, across the sky,
Need to see your face, I need to look in your eyes

Through the storm and through the clouds
Bumps on the road and upside down now
I know it's hard, shawty, to sleep at night
Don't you worry
'Cause everything's gonna be alright, ai-ai-ai-aight
Be alright, ai-ai-ai-aight

Through the sorrow, and the fights,
Don't you worry
'Cause everything's gonna be alright, ai-ai-ai-aight
Be alright, ai-ai-ai-aight

All alone, in my room
Waiting for your phone call to come soon
And for you, oh, I would walk a thousand miles,
To be in your arms, holding my heart

Oh I,
Oh I,
I love you
And everything's gonna be alright, ai-ai-ai-aight
Be alright, ai-ai-ai-aight

Through the long nights
And the bright lights
Don't you worry
'Cause everything's gonna be alright, ai-ai-ai-aight
Be alright, ai-ai-ai-aight

You know that I care for you
I'll always be there for you
I promise I will stay right here, yeah

I know that you want me too,
Shawty we can make it through anything
'Cause everything's gonna be alright, ai-ai-ai-aight
Be alright, ai-ai-ai-aight

Through the sorrow, and the fights,
Don't you worry
'Cause everything's gonna be alright, ai-ai-ai-aight
Be alright, ai-ai-ai-aight

Through the sorrow, and the fights,
Don't you worry
Everything's gonna be alright

 

 

 

 

 

 

         I sang softly. I didn't have my guitar or anything. She

             coughed but still didn't say anything. "Was I any good?"

                   I asked. She slowly nodded her head. That's a good sign.

                "Did you like the song?" I asked next. She nodded slowly.

            I smiled. "Thanks. Do you wanna talk now?" I asked next.

   She shrugged.

 

 

"Okay, let's try this. I'll say one fact about me and you have to

reply with one fact about you. Sounds good?" I asked. She just

looked at me questioningly. "Ok, I'm 17 years old. How old are you?" I asked.

She took out 6 fingers then a 1. "Uh 16?" I asked. She nodded slowly. Well

that's a good start right? "I 'm afraid of elevators because

I'm claustrophobic and I hate the beach because I'm terrified of sharks."

I said. That's really 2 facts but they're still facts.  She pointed to herself then

took out 2 fingers.  "You too?" I asked. She nodded. "You don't like to talk?"

I asked. she shook her head then looked away.

 

 

 

 

"Okay. Britney. Justin. Times up." A doctor walked in. "Come on Britney."

     He placed his hand on her shoulder. She let out a piercing

   scream. I'm guessing she doesn't like to be touched? "Don't

       touch her." I told the doctor. "Watch it kid. She goes crazy

     when she doesn't take her medicine." He shook his head. "She

        doesn't like to be touched. Get away from her." I got up. A doctor

      came from behind me. "I'm sorry Mr. Bieber. You're not

        allowed to see her anymore." She pulled me lightly.

        I kept my gaze on Britney. She kept screaming. Then a

           doctor ran in an injected something into her. She calmed

         down and just stared at me. "I'm sorry." I told her. She shut her eyes.

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