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?


11. XI

3/28/09, Friday 8:00AM


Felicity's POV


"I have to talk to you." Ryan angrily said, pulling me towards him by my elbow.


"What is it now Ryan?!" I asked, just as my phone buzzed.




I bit my lips as he pushed me into the janitor's closet.


"Now tell me why you've been seeing that f*cker Bieber." He raged, a scowl on his lips.


"He's been through a lot Ryan. you have no idea." I said, shaking my head.


"He just needs a friend." I added, looking up at him.


"I don't f*cking care about that piece of sh*t. You listen here, and listen good. I don't want to see you talking to that f*cker again. You hear me!?"

He screamed, as I blocked my ears with my hands.


I sighed in defeat, and my shoulders slumped back.


"Yes Ryan." I replied in a whisper, as I felt his hands on my cheeks.


"Good girl." He whispered, kissing me roughly, sticking his tongue down my throat.


I gagged and pushed him off, opening the closet door.

I walked it other hallway unnoticed and towards my homeroom.


I don't know what's wrong with Ryan.


But I don't like it.


Justin's POV


I lay in bed, looking up at the ceiling.

It was boring being in bed rest for so long.


I tried turning on my side but groaned.

It hurt my ribs.


I sighed, which coursed me to cringe.

This pain in unbearable.


I wanted to just curl up in a ball and die.


I don't know what's stopping me, from commuting suicide I mean.


I have nothing to live for, besides maybe Felicity and my grandparents.


I sat up slowly, cringing as I tear travelled down my cheek.



That's all I feel.


I successfully stood up and slowly walked towards the bathroom door across the hallway.


I walked in and shut and locked the door behind me.


Ever considered cutting?


I've never heard that voice before. It was a voice in my head, like a whisper.


Cutting? I've never considered it.


Maybe you should try?


The voice spoke again.


I shook my head and did what I had to do, before washing my hands with that lavender scented soap my grandma likes.


I opened the bathroom cabinet and looked inside.


Look a razor. Just one cut Justin.


I shook my head again, and closed the bathroom cabinet, walking out of the bathroom slowly.


Stupid subconscious.



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