Hopeless Runaways (A Justin Bieber Imagine)

❁•Hopeless Runaways•❁ ❁•Prologue•❁

This house is not a home to me, just like this room isn't my room. It will never be anything more than a bunch of wood constructed to stand above my head so it can keep me away from what's really out there.

Out there, there's nothing but monsters who will attack you and hurt you, who will do whatever it takes to survive and make themselves feel powerful, who will stoop down so low as to hurt the weak ones, like me, to feel that power. Society will do all that and more just to feel something. All they want is to feel that power, more than anything.

You see it everywhere; magazines, the news, on the internet, and in any other place that the public has access to. People well do whatever it takes to bring others down and see them fall. They live for that pain. It seems like people will be willing to wait forever to see others hit rock bottom so that they can attack and devour like a pack of lions. The only difference is that instead of hunger, they seek fortune or power, so that they can make themselves feel good.

People are those monsters, maybe worse than that. We are at the top of the food chain but it doesn't stop there does it? No, we want more power, more dominance on this earth. It's like we can never have enough of it, as if it were a drug and people are all so addicted to it. After all, we all seek our next high, either its attention, money, fame, lust, or love.

We all seek something don't we?

What I seek is happiness and freedom. To feel secure with myself and my past and to exercise my demons so I can truly be free. I don't want to be scared all the time and hurt myself and others like I do now. It's the same agonizing pain everyday. I want to be happy and I try.

Oh, how much I try.

But that's the thing, the voices in my head won't let me. It's like I have my own society in my own head, waiting for me to hit rock bottom so that they can attack and devour me.

I want them to stop, I really do. And I've tried everything there is to try. I've even tried to go to church, but only to feel like God hates me or that he himself isn't real. I mean come on, if he were than all those horrible things would have never happened to me or to the people who have or have had worse than I have.

Like Justin.

He has suffered just as much as I have, he has just as many demons as I do. He's suffered so much and I wish I could have stopped it all.

God, I just wish I could have.

All his pain, I want to take it away and make him happy. I want him to know what if feels like to be happy. He, the most nicest, caring person I have ever met, deserves to know what that's like.

Instead, he's miserable and sad. Depressed in his own world like I am. I don't like that. Being depressed hurts so bad and I hate it when others go threw it. That's why I want to help him, so badly. I thought running away with him was for the better for both him and me. I thought that his plan would work but now, I'm not so sure.

I wanted it to work. I wanted us to work. For us to be alright but it just won't happen. Maybe it's me. Maybe I'm toxic. Or maybe it's us. We can never be okay, he can never be okay. But then again, he could just be as hopeless as I am.

I guess we're hopeless runaways in a world as cruel as this one. Aren't we?

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Hey everyone! Well I'm kinda new here and this is my first story so hopefully this goes well and that you guys like it. 😁
I'm sorry that this is short but this is what I've go so far and I'm working on more so just wait please. Lots of love to you all💕
-I.M.