Fall (Justin Bieber)

Part 23

••••• Justin's POV•••••

I was crushed. Sure, I hardly knew the girl... But, the few days we'd spoke to each other were hectic and I couldn't go the rest of my life without speaking to her. Besides, she was gorgeous and I wanted to get to know her. Selena just had to ruin it! I wondered if she was mad at me for hanging up. What else was I supposed to do? She wasn't responding. And boy, that Jessie girl was mouthy. They both probably gave up on me. I still had this 2nd sense that I needed to win Fall over, though. I had a feeling that would be difficult, due to her lack of response to my charm and fame. It was as if she saw me as a person; most people I met were just overtaken by my fame and to be honest it was annoying. I enjoyed just being able to talk to her without constant agreement and "Yes, sir"s. It was... comfy.

The past few days, I'd spent figuring out where she lived. Creepy as it sounds, I was determined to talk to her. She refused to answer my calls and I didn't want to text her because I wanted to hear a response. I also didn't want to spend any more days at that dreaded high school because I'd already figured out how terrible of an idea that was.

When I pulled into her driveway, I took a deep breath. I hadn't decided what I was going to even say. I was just hoping she would be home and willing to talk.

I inhaled deeply as I found the door handle, grasped it, unlatched it, and shoved the door of my Fisker open. I shut the door, being careful to not be too loud, as I didn't want her to open the door before I made it to her porch, and I combed through my hair with my fingers.

Just as I was about to knock, the door opened with someone ready to close it, clearly leaving without any recognition of me. Until they bumped into me.

She shrieked in shock. She had no clue that anyone was at her door and especially didn't expect me to be Justin Bieber. It was Fall's mom.

"Wow. I didn't ever expect to see you again. Fall's upstairs." She quickly stated and headed to her car. I inferred that she was running late for something.

"Fall?" I called out while scavenging her house. Most of it was cherry scented, with mahogany and leather furniture. I wondered if this was more than a normal household would have. It seemed expensive to the norm, but how would I, Justin Bieber, know the norm? I was far from normal.

I headed up the stairs. "Fall?" I saw the bathroom light on. I knocked. I heard a light sob. "Fall? I know you're in there. Open up." Another light sob. I decided to open the door. She could be naked for all I cared, I just needed to make sure she was okay.

I saw a shadow beyond her shower curtain. But not taking a shower. She was crouched in the fetal position. More sobbing. She must've seen me because she stood up and began to move things. She placed something on the side, she began to run water.

I walked over to figure out what she was doing. I slowly removed the curtain from between us. My eyes widened at the sight. Why would she? Why? She looked up at me, eyes filled to the brim with tears and grief. I couldn't do anything but stand there and feel a few tears drop.

She was cutting her arm. With her razor. There was blood smeared across both wrists. She hadn't had time to wash them off before I'd interrupted.