He saw my scars | Justin Bieber

Aria is a 17 years old girl. She is living alone with her mom. She is cutter and her life is hard. Justin is her life saver. He saved her from killing herself. A day they meet and Justin sees Arias scars..

Why is Aria cutting? How did Justin saved her? What will happen when Justin sees her scars? Find out by reading "He saw my scars" by thewarrior and incognito.

*Justin is 18 and famous*

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9. Just like every other belieber

Aria’s point of view

“You’re so sweet, when you’re blushing,” he said and looked at me. “Stop it,”  I said and looked away. Could it be more awkward or embarrassing? Nope, I don’t think so. I stood up and then sat down on the floor. “What are you doing on the floor?” He laughed. “I feel more comfortable on the floor,” I said. “Okay, I’m not judging you.” Justin sad down too. “Tell me,” he said. “Uhm… Tell you what?” I answered. “Tell me how you felt about me before you met me.” Oh no, would he really hear that? All the awkward moments, where I wished I’d been with him. All the times I kissed my poster and stuff like that… “Hello?” He said and waved his hand in front of my face. “What I thought about you… Before I met you… Do you really want to know?” I said, and I know it sounded pretty creepy, but I would do anything not to answer that question. “Is it really that bad?” He teased me.  “Stop it, but I was just like every other belieber,” i whispered. “Why are you whispering?” He asked. “Just beacause… I don’t want to tell you.” He looked very seriously at me. “You can say anything to me!” He said. “Okay, but then you’re going to get the whole story!” I replied. He nodded. “I thought you were the hottest guy on earth. You were my hero. And I just wanted you to be mine. Only mine. More can’t I say.” His smile was a lot bigger. “The hottest guy on earth? You’re such a sweetheart!”

Justin feel a sleep again, and I couldn’t, so I just watched him sleeping. Breath in and out. So simple. I wonder if, he really meant what he said earlier. That I was special? That’s not true. I could see he was dreaming. Maybe he dreamt about me? What am I even talking about? I will never be so lucky. He’s just here, because it helps his reputation, but that’s fine. If it wasn’t because of that, I maybe wouldn’t even be here. I could had killed my self. How could I do it? Without any second thoughts? Without thinking on my mom? I’m so selfish, that’s why I should die. I know that someone cares about me, but they will be better without me.

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