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?

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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.

 

Justin.

 

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.

 

Pain.

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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