The smell of warm hospital turned into a more breezy fresh scent as I was pushed out of the sliding doors in the hospital. My mom offered to push me in my wheelchair, I refused. Then she did it anyway, I hardly even wanted a wheelchair because I can walk fine the only problem is my veins.
I took in the fresh air as I haven't smelt it in a while, my nose was stuffed up from the hot smell in the hospital.
As I opened the car door I stumbled to get up due to being in a bed for while, my mom immediately ran over to help me, she took my arms for support but I didn't need it. I hate how the way she's treating me, as if I'm breakable. I know she was scared because she almost lost me, but I'm independent.
Mom closed the door, and did her seatbelt. I did the same. It was silence in the car until I turned the music on. After fumbling with the buttons, nothing good was on. I gave up then turned the radio off. We were in silence again, I failed.
"Are you ready to go home?" Mom asked, tired looking and broken I could see. She put a smile on her face but we both know it wasn't real. I'm afraid she will talk to me about, this. Like, "Since when were you this depressed?" Or, "You can't do this to me! You need help." No. I won't get help. Not for anything.
I returned the smile looking out my right window. "Yes."
"So," My mom began, I glanced over to as what she was going to say, hoping it wasn't what I thought she was going to talk to me about.
"I noticed Justin was pretty close to you last night, and not because of what happened." She finished, gripping the steering wheel and looking at me.
I felt my cheeks burn, "It was because of what happened. " I lied, it's not. Well, I think.
"Are you guys, together now?" Of course, she had to ask.
"I don't know, honestly." I don't honestly know, is he my boyfriend?
He's not.
When we pulled in to my driveway, Justin was on my porch. He was sitting on the steps with his legs up, when he saw me, he licked his lips and stood up. He fixed his pants and opened the car door for me. My mom greeted Justin and then went inside, guessing she would thought Justin wanted to be alone with me.
Justin took my hand and helped me out of the car. My heart was beating faster by the way he was looking at me I just couldn't handle it. His brown eyes made my legs weak.
I didn't have a sweater or anything on me, so I felt sick knowing my scars are actually showing. It stung to know they're open to Justin, even though he already knows. I prefer if he didn't.
"Do you want to come in?" I didn't know what else to say, I needed to get inside to put something on my wrists before I can get back to reality.
Justin nodded and opened the door for me, we went upstairs to my room and I put on a black 'Sleeping With Sirens' hoodie. I pulled my long hair out of the sweater and put it in a pony tail. Justin just stood there looking at me. I thought he would be evaluating my room since he's never really been in my room, but he just stood there glancing at me.
'He is probably thinking of what a waste you are!' The voice, it's back. The voice that sometimes speaks to me, I thought it would be gone. Which means I'm not recovered.
I sat down on my bed, being extra careful not to let anything touch my wounds, they're sore.
Justin joined me, slowly coming to my hand and holding it. My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my body just by him doing that.
"Are you feeling any better today?" Justin asked, rubbing my hand with his thumb.
"A bit, a bit sore though." I said, it's driving me crazy. I feel like I want to grab him and kiss him forever. I want to cuddle with him. I want to be in his hold all night.
To hold my feelings, I looked away. Justin gently turned my head back. "I almost lost you Miranda. And you weren't even mine yet." He pulled in with a gentle kiss that was soft and slow. I just played along as if I didn't know what was going on. But I wanted him to do that so badly.
All I wanted this summer was to be by myself. I wanted to be alone like I've always been alone. Now Justin comes in my life and I feel the most happiest I've ever felt in years.
Justin, got through to me. And that's something impossible to do.
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It's kind of short -.- sorry :(.
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Nothing Like Us (Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)
Fanfiction15 year old Miranda Wells never really had any friends in Alberta, or a boyfriend. Her mother was depressed all the time, and her father was an alcoholic. When Miranda's father dies, her mother and her move out to Stratford to start fresh. Miranda h...