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Everyone around us tries to split us up. Truth is, we always find each other. We're inseparable.


67. Chapter 64

I dried the plate with a rag, putting it in the cabinet.

"It has been ten years since the singer, Justin Bieber, was shot and killed by Jordan Johnson, the father of his girlfriend, Dawn Johnson."

My attention turned to the TV, my body frozen.

"Today, there will be a memorial for him at 4:30 PM. If you see his current girlfriend, their daughter, his family members, or anyone else who was close to him, please comfort them."

I looked at the cutting knife on the counter. I grabbed it, hovering it over my wrist. I should be the one that's dead, not him. I should have taken the bullet, not him. I was about to slit my wrist when...

?: Mom, what are you doing?!

Faith came running into the kitchen, taking the knife out of my hands. I collapsed to the floor, sobbing in her arms.

Faith: Mom, why would you try to kill yourself?
Me: be with y-your dad.
Faith: What are you...

I looked up at her, tears cascading down my cheeks.

Me: Your father...he...he died before you were born.

She pulled away from me, backing up.

Faith: W-what?
Me: He was shot by my father and died in my arms.

Tears came to her eyes as she wrapped her arms around me. I hugged her back, tears a running down my face.

Faith: What was his name?
Me: Justin. Justin Bieber.

She pulled away from me, looking into my eyes.

Faith: My friends' parents talked about him.
Me: Yeah. He's your dad and his memorial is today.
Faith: Can...can we go?

I nodded, standing up. I wiped the years from my eyes, grabbing her hand.

Me: Let's go before we're late.

She nodded as we walked out of the kitchen.


His song Catching Feelings began to play as the tears ran down my cheeks. I rested my head on my mom's shoulder as she rubbed my arm in a comforting way. As the preacher walked onto the stage, the doors opened. A bright light emitted fro behind us. I turned around, finding Justin standing there. Everyone around me disappeared, even Faith.

Me: Justin.
Justin: Wake up. Close your eyes really tight, then open them.

I closed my eyes as tight as I could. I opened them, seeing nothing but darkness.

"Dawn, wake up! Please! I need you!"
"Justin, she's gone."
'NO! I know she's alive, I know it!"

I turned around, seeing Scooter and Kenny trying to pull Justin away from a hospital bed. I looked closer at the figure, but couldn't see who it was. Who was in the hospital bed?

Justin's POV

I pulled out of their grip, running towards the bed. I cupped her cheeks in my hands.

Me: Baby, prove to me they're wrong. Prove me me you're still alive. Please!

I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. Scooter and Kenny pulled me back again, the tears streaming down my face.

Me: Wake up! Please, baby, wake up! I'm nothing without you! I love you! Wake up! Please, Dawn! WAKE UP!

Before they could pull me out of the room, the heart monitor turned back on. Her eyes opened as her breathing came back to normal. I got our of their grip and ran towards her. I took her hand in mine, caressing it softly as tears of joy filled my eyes.

Me: You're alive.

She cupped my cheeks in her hands, looking into my eyes.

Dawn: I-I thought you were dead.

I shook my head, taking her hands in mine.

Me: You took the bullet for me. You risked your life to save mine.

She looked around the room frantically.

Dawn: Where's our daughter?

I sighed, looking down.

Me: You were shot in the stomach...and you lost the baby during your coma.

Tears fell from her eyes. I sat next to her on the bed, wrapping my arms around her waist.

Me: Shh, baby, it's okay. What matters most is that you're alive. We can have another child in the future.
Dawn: I...I was excited t-to become a...a mother.
Me: I know, I know. But we're together, you're alive and to me, that's all that matters.

I kissed her forehead, rocking her back and forth in my arms.

?: Justin.

We pulled away, looking at Scooter.

Scooter: Since you've missed three months of your Believe tour, we have to reschedule them.
Me: As long as my baby gets to come, I don't care.
Scooter: She gets to.

I smiled as he and Kenny walked out of the room. I looked down at Dawn, caressing her cheek.

Me: You get to tour with me.

She smiled, kissing me. I smiled, kissing back with my hand on her cheek. After a three month coma, she wakes up. They doubted she would live, but she did. She proved them wrong. We proved them wrong. We proved to them that we're inseparable.

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