All Alone: Rise of a Superstar

Justin Drew Bieber has been through thick and thin.
An abusive step-father, a weak mom and a poor reputation at school isn't all Justin struggles with.
After loosing loved-ones and moving from Stratford to Atlanta, Justin seems to be coping well with the new atmosphere.
After getting a surprise phone-call, followed by meetings and arrangements, could this be the rise of a superstar?



3/16/09, Saturday 11:26AM


Felicity’s POV


I pat Justin’s back again as he choked out more tears. He’s been crying non-stop for 3 hours.

I fell horrible for him.




‘Hi, I’m here to enquire about the state of Patricia Mallette?’ I said, sighing.

‘Oh, are you family?’ she said, walking behind the desk and looking through a record book.

‘No, but her son wants to know so I want to inform him, he’s in an unstable condition himself.’ I said, whispering the last part.

‘Oh in that case.’ She said, her eyes going slightly wide when she stopped at a page. She gulped and took her reading glasses off her nose, chewing on one of the ends of their temples.

‘So, can I know how she is?’ I said, slightly nervous about the outcome, as of how she reacted.

‘Well, in the book.’ She said, sighing.

‘It says she was… in a very unstable condition. Many knife wounds.’ She started, propping her glasses back on her nose.

‘And, at two-thirty in the morning, she couldn’t cope.’ My heart dropped at that sentence.

‘She’s gone.’ The nurse said, looking up at me with sympathetic eyes. I gasped slightly, before tears were brought to my eyes.


*end of flashback*


Justin’s mother meant everything to him, and now that she’s gone, he won’t cope.

‘Justin, shhhh, its ok.’ I said, rubbing his back.

He didn’t respond, all he did was sob. I sighed and sat on the end of his hospital bed, taking my hand off his back.

I ran my hand through his hair that was flopping down, due to the fact that he was leaning forward. Soon, Justin started hiccuping, and the sobbing died down.

‘Justin, Justin… look at me.’ I said, as he slowly looked up.

‘What?’ he croaked, a tear pouring down his face. I wiped his tear away with my thumb and grabbed both of his hands.

‘You have to be strong, for your mother Justin. She wouldn’t want you to be crying. She would’ve wanted you to be strong and live on with your life.

I guess, I never knew her, but she looked like such a nice lady. Plus, she’s in a much better place now.’ I said, giving him the most sympathetic eyes I could muster.

‘Yeah… y-yeah I guess you’re right.’ He mumbled, bringing the end of his hospital grown up to his face, wiping his tear with it.

‘b-but, im an orphan.’ He said which broke my heart.

‘Hey, doesn’t matter whether you’re an orphan or not.’ I said, running my hand through his hair again.

‘Thank you felicity, thank you so so so much.’ He said, wrapping his skinny arms around my waist and pulling me into him.

I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck, carefully not to touch the cut. He sighed, before pulling away. As soon as he pulled away, an elderly pair rushed through the door.

they looked at Justin with tears and they came over to him. I got off the bed and sat on my chair again, as they pulled Justin into a group hug.

‘Grandpa, grandma?’ Justin muttered, a smile clear on his face.

His smile, Ohmygosh.

‘Hey sweetie, ohmygosh, we are so sorry for not arriving here earlier.’ The elderly woman, who I’m guessing is his grandma said, kissing his forehead.





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