9/11 Justin Bieber Fan Fanfiction


10. chapter 8

Chapter 8


-Two Weeks Later-


I sat there absent-mindedly.


Another night of no sleep.


I was completely drained. I haven’t had a full night of sleep or anytime to relax since I’ve gotten back from trials two weeks ago. I’ve been occupied with school, training, interviews, studying and hanging out with my friends.


I looked over at my clock 7:37 AM, it read. I sighed to myself because I had only gotten 2 hours of sleep because I was hanging out with Justin, Zac and Nessa all night, Typical, and didn’t get home till five this morning.


I indolently got out of bed, dragging my feet against the polished wooden floorboards. I went down stairs to the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water, I closed the fridge door and saw my sister standing there.


“God, what the fu-” I stopped. I try to refrain cursing in front of my little sister. “You scared me.”


She didn’t say anything. She just stood there numbly, quietly and with glossy eyes. I looked down at her hands as they trembled.


“Hailey..” I started. “What’s wrong?”


Her breathing was shaky as if she was holding back tears.


“I saw him…and felt him. He was here.” I single tear glided seamlessly down her cheek.






An eerie quietness filled the room.


She saw our father? How? He’s dead.


“What do you mean you saw him?” I asked cautiously.

“I had a dream…and he was there. And I felt someone kiss my forehead..then I woke up and no one was there.”


“I’m sure your just tired Hailey. Or maybe it was just a hallucination.” I turned around to go back upstairs when she gripped my arm securely.


“I-it felt to real to be a hallucination Jess.” Hailey faltered over her words.


I didn’t know what to say to her. “Stop being delusional, he’s dead!” No, of course not. Instead I brought her into a hug, she began to cry. She was scarred. I understood how she felt.


When my father died I had countless nightmares and I always thought that I saw him everywhere. But I soon found out that was just PTSD. After the attack I got diagnosed with PTSD a few months later. Still to this day I’m under medication to help sooth my PTSD.


I pulled away from the hug and she looked up at me. “Hey, Its okay. I understand how you feel this used to happen to me and sometimes it still does. Everything is going to be fine All right? I’m here for you.” I reassured her.


She simply nodded. “Can I sleep in your room for the rest of the morning?”


“Yeah, c’mon.” We traveled upstairs to my room and got in my bed. She fell asleep instantly but my thoughts were constantly going so I was able to go back to sleep so I just lay there, thinking about everything.


I felt sorry for Hailey, she never gotten the opportunity to meet her father and have a relationship with him. She has to go through life fatherless, a girl needs her father. She needs her father.


I looked over at her as she slept peacefully, I smiled. Our father would’ve adored her.


Before he died, my dad was really into making home videos I’m sure there’s about a thousand of them that he’s made. But there’s one that extremely special and that would mean a lot to Hailey. A few weeks before he was killed he made a home video specifically for Hailey. We had never shown it to her because my mother wanted to save it for times like these, when things got hard for her and when she got old enough to fully understand what happened.

 He made that video unambiguously for her because, as he said “So when she gets older she can watch these videos and see how much I love her in case she ever doubts it.” Tears sting my eyes at the memory.


Hailey sprang up from her sleep, breathing heavy and with tear stained cheeks. By the looks of it, she had another nightmare.


“Hey, your okay.” I reassured her again, bringing her into my arms. She shook vigorously and sobbed into my chest.


“I keep seeing him.” She cried.


“I know. I know.” I cradled her until she fell asleep again.


Careful not to wake her, I got out of my bed because I knew that I wouldn’t be going back to sleep. I padded down the hall to my moms room and knocked on the door and peeked my head into her room.


“Can I come in?” I asked with a shaky voice. She patted the empty bed space beside her signally for me to sit next to her.


I got under the covers and she slung her arm around my shoulders as I began to cry.


“What’s wrong?” My mothers voice filled with trepidation.


“I miss him. And Hailey keeps having nightmares of him and she said…that she felt and saw him…and I don’t know how to help her mom.” I looked at my mom with watery, red eyes.


“I know, sweetheart. I miss him too. More than ever.” She rubbed her hand up and down my arm consolingly.


“Do you think Hailey is going to going to be okay?”


“She is going to be just fine. She’s a strong girl. She is your fathers child after all.” My mother smiled at me.






“Do you ever think that you’d get remarried?” That’s a question that has always swarmed my thoughts. Ever since my dad died I was terrified that she would find someone new that would replace him.


“Never.” She answered assuredly.




“Because I’d never be able to love another man the way I loved your father.”


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