17. Get better
His heart was broken so many times, but this was the first time it felt like this. He couldn't describe the feeling, it was like having your heart ripped out and then beaten and then put back again, or like being stabbed repeatedly in every part of his body, then having it go straight through the heart. But it still felt a bit worse. He'd hadn't spoken to anyone, eaten, or left his room for days. Everyone was worried about him, he probably had hundreds of missed calls, and texts, but his phones were off so it didn't matter, not to him anyway. They kept knocking on his door, but he just ignored them. His beliebers were worried to death. No one told them what was going on. No one was sure. Some of them thought he was dead, and committed suicide. Some people were celebrating, some were happy, those were the haters. They wanted him dead, they didn't care, about him.
Justin, he was a different story. He lied in his bed crying, day and night, he didn't sleep. He couldn't sleep. He lost that string of hope he had, gave up and started cutting. He was careful not to to end his life. He didn't want his life to end, he wanted it to get better.