Dr. Bieber ☤

7. "Past Is History, Tomorrow is Mystery."

Justin's P.O.V:

"..What happened after that?" Y/n asked me again. To be honest, I've never been this nervous in my life. However hard I tried to keep my cool as I told her my past, I couldn't help what was going on in my head. The whole accident kept playing again and again in my head, even if I distracted myself from it. 

"Justin? It's okay if you don't want to.. I don't want to force you-" Y/n said, shrugging her shoulders. 

"No, it's okay, I'm just- recollecting." I said, and chugged down a glass of water which was in front of me, on the beautifully crafted table with a silky fabric. 

"Y/n.." I started, as I continued with my past.

-Flashback Continued-

"It's oh-kay! Loook, I-I can get you to the umm, uh hospital..." I said, and looked at her injured body. My eyes widened at the sight of something, and I felt my heart skip a beat. 

Oh no.

Please, no. 

I couldn't have hurt a pregnant lady.

Did I kill the baby? 

Am I a monster? 

Go to hell Justin. Strangle yourself and die. 

I fiddled with my pants to get my phone, and I was confused as hell. I didn't know what was going on. I was completely lost in my own world. I somehow managed to get my phone, and by god's grace, it had a little more juice to run on. I hurriedly called the 911 and they got to the spot where I caused the accident. I was taken along with the lady.

The white lights in the hospital made my eyes close. I was asked a lot of questions. A sense of panic had taken over me. I was unable to answer all of them. I felt my t-shirt become tighter, my head spinning, and I couldn't breathe. I tried taking big breaths with my mouth, but they never worked. I was slowly losing consiousness. Just then, a nurse got the help of some other people to get me on a stretcher. 

"What's your name?" She asked me, tapping my cheeks, and holding my eyes open.

"Justin. Justin Bie-Bieber." I said, before blacking out. 

The next day I woke up, I thought I was dead. Or I was run over by a bus. I saw white gauze wrapped around some places, and I couldn't move them. I felt numb. I heard the sound of an ECG machine, and it showed my heart rate. My chest was bare, with colored wires stuck on it. I leaned back to the pillow, and rolled my eyes at the state of my condition.

I am an Idiot. 

"Justin! You're awake!"  I heard a loud cry. I snapped my head at the direction it came from, and it was my mom.

"Hi mom." I said, staring at the ceiling.

"Why Justin? Why do you keep doing this over and over again? Is this why I and your dad brought you into this world? You almost died, do you know that?!" She cried, and my heart ached. I must be the world's worst son. I make my mother upset every second of the day, inspite of all the good things she does for me. 

"I didn't want to become like this mom.. But I did." I said, and raised my hand in an attempt to wipe her tears. But she backed away, and sobbed.

"Mom.. Please.. I'm sorry. " I pleaded, and she held my hand close to her, and cried uncontrollably.

"You say that a lot Justin. You're always sorry. But you never mean it. And I've been such a fool believing you all the time. I trusted you, Justin. I gave you everything to make you happy.. and all I get in return is being questioned by the police, the victim's family, and seeing absolute shit in the pockets of your pants." She said, breathlessly.