He's Not All Bad- Book 2

I still turn to you

Justin p.o.v.

I was standing at the edge of the bridge with my arms apart from me. My shirt was opened revealing my bare chest as breeze flowed through smoothly. The current was calm. I looked beyond the horizon picturing the horrible thing I was about to do.

"Don't do it Justin"

"Kidrauhl?"

"Its me, I mean I'm you what on earth are you thinking?"

"It's better this way"

"You have so much to live for, think about it"

Just as expected Kidrauhl had disappeared

"You have so much to live for, think about it"

"You have so much to live for, think about it "

"You have so much to live for, think about it"

That one phrase kept repeating in my head. To come to think of it, I do. My parents, my career, my friends, my beliebers. Trying to attempt suicide isn't worth it.

Slowly backing away, I stepped down from the bridge and went back inside to my car and proceeded back into heavy traffic. My phone was on the passenger seat of the car. I stopped at a traffic light when I checked it, approximately 15 miss calls, 12 voicemails and 10 messages. The light switched green but I was stuck, one message caught my attention it was from Emily. It read:

Emily:

Justin where are you? We're worried, come back home please, we need you, I need you

"So people do care about me after all." I thought.  I was stuck in my thoughts at a traffic light with the noise of car horns blazing and people yelling and shouting

"Move it you idiot"

"Come on!!! Get out of the way"

"Move it!!!"

With the distraught noise behind me, I pulled off and headed for home. When I arrived it was 2am. I knew I was going to be in trouble the minute I stepped through the door hurdled with questions. Walking into the house there was Scooter and Fredo on stools and Ryan, Chaz, Selena, Emily and Drake took up the chairs.

"Where were you?" Scooter said in an angry tone. "I went for a drive" I replied in annoyance.

"For eight hours?"

"I'm sorry"

"Justin you have to understand that this world is a crazy place, we were worried" Fredo jumped in.

"I needed to be away for a while" I answered back

"For eight hours?" Drake chimed in

"What do you care?" I said disgrunted

"I'm your stebrother, I'm suppose to care" he replied softly

"This is a joke right?" I said sarcastically

"I'm serious Bieber, you had us all worried punk, for a minute I thought you were dead"

The word "dead" puzzled me for a second. Just a few hours I was going to plunge to my death. What happened? I circled the room with my hands placed behind my back. Way too suspicious for Scooter to automatically notice that something was wrong

"Justin are you okay?" Scooter spoke up. "Yeah I'm fine. You all can go back to what you were doing. I'll be upstairs".

With that said all of them looked at me stunned. I entered the room with one question pondering on my mind- Who would be the person to come knocking on my door. I plopped myself on the bed, a few minutes later I fell asleep. I awoke to the sound of someone knocking on my door just as I expected.

"Juju are you awake" a high pitch voice called out from behind the closed door. "Come in" I groaned.

It was Emily.

"How are you doing sleepyhead?" she said cheerfully

"Good I guess"

"What's going on?" she said with a frown

Under my breath I replied :Nothing"

She placed my hands in hers "You can tell me"

"I tried to commit suicide"

Her face expression changed, she was no longer frowning it was more of a horrified look. "Justin why?" as tears started to roll down her cheeks

"I thought no one cared"

"I do"

"Please don't cry Em" I slowly wiped the tears from her eyes

"Don't ever leave me" she said as she embraced me for a hug. Holding her in my arms I whispered in her ear softly "I won't, promise me you won't tell anyone"

"I won't, I promise" she muttered

Those were the last words Emily said to me as we both drifted off to sleep. Today is a new day

I'm me again, I am Justin Drew Bieber. I was found and not made. I'm me