Justin Bieber-Falling for you

Part 1

There is something really significant about the effect a person can have on you. They have the capability to change you for worse or for better. They enter your life and turn everything upside down and can cause you to become the person you were meant to be. It's a difficult thing to comprehend let alone explain and there is much beauty to it but there is also a lot of heartbreak and sadness that can completely engulf you and destroy you. The part of your brain that deals with love is also responsible for creating addiction which is a scary thing to process until you come to the realization that love could itself become an addiction.

He enters my room while I'm asleep and closes the door behind him silently, making sure no one knows he's up here. He walks over to my bed and grabs onto my wrists, pinning them down to the mattress. My eyes fly open and I come almost immediately out of my dream like state. I see him standing above me, a disgusting look in his eye that makes my stomach drop. His lips come together as one sound leaves his cold lips, "shhhhh". Fear and dread courses through me at one hundred miles an hour taking over my whole body, paralyzingly me. Sweat droplets form on my forehead and tears form in my eyes as I try to comprehend what is about to happen to me. My eyes become wide with fear as he begins to straddle my body. Every inch of me feeling used and dirty. I want nothing more than for him to get off of me and leave so that I never have to see his face again. He bends down and kisses me and then moves down my neck, each time he makes contact feels like bullets of fear piercing my skin. He mumbles against my skin something that makes my heart stop beating and my breath catch in my throat,"If you tell anyone about what I'm about to do to you, I will kill you..."

My eyes fling open and I bolt upwards in my bed. My head is sticky from sweating, my eyes are puffy and red and my cheeks are stained from the crying. I feel out of breath and begin to sob quietly as I reflect on not only my bad dream but the bad memory. Nobody knows, nobody must ever know. I glance over to the clock on my night stand which reads,"3:28am". I let out a frustrated sigh and run my hands over my face. Not a great way to start the first day of school.

I swing my legs over the side of my bed and press my feet to the ground as I get out of bed. I walk over to my bathroom and lock the door behind me. Getting in the shower and washing the thoughts of him and that memory away was all I wanted to to right now. Every time I thought about it or in this case where I was confronted by it, I felt used and dirty just like I did the day he came into my room.

I turn the shower on and water instantly pours out as I wait for it to heat up.

I step into the shower and the water immediately scorches my skin but I start to feel partially better. The water runs down my body, drenching my hair and removing the sticky sweat left on the surface of my body.

After washing my hair, face and body, I step out of the shower feeling a lot better than I did when I got in. I push the memories aside as much as I can so that I can get on with the day without letting my anxiety take over me unnecessarily.

The bathroom is cold so I immediately wrap a towel around my body, letting my hair run down my back. I move over to the large mirror, running my hand over the surface to clear the steam that had collected on the mirror.

I stare at my reflection in the misty mirror. My hair is a dark brunette color that runs half way down my back. My eyes are a piercing blue color, both me and my brother got our eyes from our mother. My skin is slightly tanned and my lips have a slight pink tone to them.

I look back at my reflection and mentally tell myself that I need to get over this. I tell myself over and over again that there is nothing I could have done to change the situation and that I can only forget about it and move on with my life. Of course it is much easier said than done because unfortunately there was no way of being able to forget that incident and I am much to critical of myself. Anxiety begins to creep up on me slowly.

"Ouch!" I look down at my hands, where the slight pain is radiating from. I had begun scratching into the skin of my hand causing my skin to tear open and blood to ooze out of my wound. This is a trait I have picked up for when I get anxiety and the worst thing is I do it when I'm deep in thought so I don't notice myself doing it.

I run my hand under the cold water running out of the tap and place a small band aid over the wound to stop the bleeding before rinsing my fingers under the tap to try get the blood washed out from underneath my nails.

Trying to find something to wear was the next obstacle for me to tackle. I walked over to my walk in closet, letting the towel wrapped around my body drop to the floor. I pick out a pair of white lace panties with the matching bra, placing them on my body before continuing my search in attempt to find something to wear for the first day of school.

Yes I probably have more clothes than I ever needed but it is more difficult to find something to wear than you would think.

I finally decide to go with a nude halter neck slightly cropped top, medium blue low rise jeans, a nude pair of Nike Roshe Runs and a denim jacket just because it looks like it's going to be cold today.

After getting changed I went back to the bathroom to apply some makeup, making sure to keep it as minimal and natural as possible. Once I had finished getting ready and doing my makeup, my hair had dried and so I let it fall in a middle parting. By now it was 7:45 so I would need to get moving if I wanted to make it to school by 9.

I grabbed my bag, stuffing my books, phone and charger into it before heading downstairs for breakfast.

I entered the kitchen to see my brother eating a bowel of cereal sitting at the island in the kitchen and mom and dad cooking breakfast while singing and dancing together. My parents were the type of parents who were always loud and silly, never taking anything too seriously unless it came to their jobs. I let out a small giggle at the sight of the two of them. They looked so in love, I just hope I have that one day.

I walked over to take a seat next to my brother sending him a small smile as I placed my bag on the table.

"Good morning sweetie" my mom cooed, sending me a sweet smile.

"Morning" I mumbled sending her a small smile back in return as she placed a plate of French toast and bacon in front of me.

"Isn't it an exciting day for the two of you today!" My dad chimed in. I rolled my eyes and giggled at him, trying to enjoy my breakfast and not think about having to go to school.

"We are going to need to leave soon Em, so eat up" my brother said not looking up from his phone,"we are fetching Ness on the way to school so we need to leave earlier."

Vanessa or Ness is my brothers girlfriend. She is 18 like my brother and absolutely gorgeous. Over the summer I got to know her quite well and my brother has fallen head over heals in love with her but I guess she feels the same about him.

I finished my breakfast and grabbed my plate and my brothers to take it to the sink.

"Let's go Em!" Matt shouted, not wanting to be late to fetch Ness.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my bag, kissing mom and dad on the cheek before rushing to the door.

I hated being rushed and I couldn't help but get annoyed at Matt for rushing me on the first day of school just to fetch his girlfriend. It was Vanessa though so I wasn't that mad.

I probably could have just walked to school, it was only a 10 minute walk but I would much rather get there in half the time and be in a warm car.

I was instantly greeted by a frosty gust of air, making me pull my jacket tightly around my body. I hurried down the steps to my brothers black Range Rover Evoque which he got given for his birthday from the parents. I jumped into the back seat knowing Ness would want to sit next to Matt.

I tried to fix my hair as best as I could before reaching into my bag to get my phone. I unlocked it and saw a message from my best friend Megan.

Message from: Megan
Don't make me go :( :(

Reply:
Netflix and Cocoa? ;)

Message from: Megan
I'm on my way!

I giggled at how silly she was and switched my phone off, placing it in my bag and gazing out of the window. It looked cold outside but I loved the cold. At least the weather was in my favour, making my day a little better.

Staring out the window I became lost in thought just wanting to get the day over with.