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[11] - lowest point

[11] - lowest point

have you ever reached your lowest point?

J.

for justin being a child was hard. he had no friends, and he'd always long for companionship, even at the young age of ten.

all justin wanted was friends. . .
: :

the night grew closer to the bieber household, as justin laid on his bed. his back on the bed, his hands behind his head. his hazel eyes stayed glued to the ceiling, tracing the cracks along it.

after the little episode he had with his mother, justin isolated himself inside his bedrom, not wanting to see anyone. he had been starting to feel like the victim, again.

he didn't want his mother cradling his head to her chest as he sobbed his eyes out. he wasn't going to just cry and think that everything would be better, because in real life, it didn't work that way.

in this bedroom, nothing could hurt justin. he could sit in there all day, and just ponder over his whole entire life. to the bickering with the voice trapped inside his head, to the many of girls rejecting him throughout his high school years.

justin let air escape through his chapped lips, before letting his tongue wet them. he, slowly, rolled over to his side, hazel eyes mourning at the unresponsive phone.

it's only been a day since season and justin had any contact whatsoever, and it was killing him. he had been really intrigued by this girl, and he wanted to get to know her better. but, how if she didn't want to text him?

give up already! justin jumped from his position, that voice nearly scaring the living daylights out of him. his eyes widened, and his ears perked up, as if he were a dog and he'd heard heard a noise. that noise being internal. . .

justin didn't feel like commenting on what it said, and just rolled his eyes. this same eyes that flooded with tears, and looks of pleas. justin reached up to rub his left eye, rolling back to his original place.

it felt like years were passing since he'd been outside and since he had communicated with season. it irked his heart. . .

why must this girl torture him like this? justin whined in his head, his eyes closing as he did so. so many people were quick to let justin go, but this girl actually started all of this and was just going to drag it out only to break poor justin in the end.

people are sick, justin hissed in the safety of his head, a disgusted look appearing on his face. justin had rarely ever shown his emotions, even if he was alone. he felt that someone could see him, when he was alone.

pattie wasn't sick, though. she was quite the opposite of it. she was sweet, caring. she wanted to help justin out of this. she wanted him to talk, communicate. it was hard for her to see him like this. painful.

but, everyone else was. jeremy was one of those people. justin didn't like to think it, but he felt as if it were true. jeremy had definitely helped pattie create justin, but didn't want to help her with him.

it made justin sick to his stomach just thinking of his parents situation.

it makes me sick, too. . .but i saw it coming. . .when you were born. . .the voice, who haunted justin, suddenly spoke. it had a great thing for interrupting justin's thoughts.