Lost (A Justin Bieber Love Story)

Chapter 4

Justin’s POV:

It had been almost half an hour since the doctor had been inside with the girl and he still wasn’t out yet. When the doctor by the name of Dr. Brown had come in he had made all of us evacuate the room including me and Kenny. At this point I was just anxious I wanted to know what was going on and if the girl was going to be fine, after all this was all my fault. As I impatiently paced back and forth in the hall Ryan and Chaz were trying to see if they could hear something by pressing their ears against the door. I just couldn’t help it this whole situation with the press, Scooter getting mad, hate, and now this! This is just too much to take, what if she dies?! Oh….my…..god WHAT IF SHE DIES?! That means I would be a murderer a freaking murderer!

Take a chill pill Justin, everything will be fine. But what if it isn’t what if she really does dies?! No she won’t, the hit wasn’t that hard. But- she was bleeding…..okay now I was just causing headaches on myself. This is why I smoke. All the stress and worrying. I only got caught once, but once was enough for everyone to go ballistic and crazy, including my fans, but a few weeks later on SNL I had promise not to do that ever again only to find myself doing it again. The only ones that know are twist because he’s the one I smoke with, Ryan, Chaz, and Fredo they were my best friends they had to know. The bad part is, that not even Selena, my parents or Scooter, not even Kenny know that I still smoke, they all think that I did it that one time to ‘try it’ then stop. If only they knew the truth.

I just couldn’t bring myself to tell my parents, they already had enough on their plate without me telling them I still smoke, plus I don’t want them to be disappointed in me. And then there’s Sel, part of the reason I smoke is because of her. Lately our relationship isn’t what it used to be. We’re constantly arguing and yelling, it was like a roller-coaster yet I couldn’t live without her. I know she’ve put me through a lot and it may not be healthy but, I love her and she loves me…..I think, or at least hope she does. And if I tell her that I smoke it will only complicate things more than they already are. Ahh here we go again with me overthinking things and giving myself a headache from hell. Right now I couldn’t be thinking about anything but the girl inside my room who has been unconscious for almost two hours! Then just as I was about to start arguing with myself again the door to my room open.

“Umm Mr. Bieber?” says the doctor as he clears his throat. Immediately Ryan, Chaz, Fredo, Kenny and I practically run to his side, eager to know what happen with the girl.

“Is she dead?!” asks Chaz taking the words right out of my mouth. Instantly Ryan punches him in the arm and glares at him.

“What? No, she’s NOT dead” says the doctor eyeing Chaz weirdly

“OH THANK GOD!” I shout looking up at the celling and feeling like a thousand pounds had just been lifted off my shoulders.

“Man what is wrong with you two? Let the doctor talk! Continue doctor” says Kenny giving me a look as if to say ‘are you on crack’ ha! If only he knew.

“Okay, like I was saying, the girl isn’t dead. But…” he trails off. Oh god no here we go. The bad news, the part where I end up going to jail and killing myself.

“But what?!” asks Ryan impatiently taping his foot.

“She uh does have a minor concussion” A MINOR CONCUSSION?! A MINOR CONCUSSION?! Are you kidding me the chick was out for two hours! And that’s minor to him?! The fuck? “and I’m afraid that due to her injuries she has amnesia” continues the doctor with a certain concern in his voice.

“AMNESIA?!” say Chaz and Ryan at the same time at that time everyone just turns and looks at me. Their faces in shock, waiting for me to react, to say something but I couldn’t. What was I supposed to say, I was lost for words as I felt my body froze and my throat dry.

“Uh…erm I- I…….uhh” I trail off still not sure of what to say. “Umm for uhh how long will she be like that?” I finally managed to say

“It’s hard to tell, could be days, weeks, months, or even years, maybe she might never remember a thing” he says at that point I was just ready to jump out of the nearest window and kill myself. I had gotten myself in some deep shit. “It depends on her recovery and if you want to help her regain her memory. Show her pictures of family, friends, boyfriend whatever or whoever she used to love. Make her listen to her favorite artist, anything to spark a certain memory”

“Favorite artist! Justin she’s a belieber and YOU’RE HERE! That’ll be easy!” says Ryan excited.

“Uhh I guess. Umm don’t worry doctor we’ll do as you say” I say and smile at the doctor.

“Okay well then, my job here is done. Oh and before I forget I left a prescription by the bed of some pain killers she’ll be needing for the hit she took. Another thing, make sure she takes them and don’t barge in and confuse her even more once you go in, since she just came to.”

“Alright thanks for everything doc, let me walk you out” says Kenny and with that they leave.