Run (A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2

Songs:
Wild- Troye Sivan
Skinny Love: Skylar Grey
My Immortal :Evencense

I breath awake in a cold sweat, my blood runs through my veins turning ice cold as the snow that sticks to the hard cold ground, my stomach felt sharp and my heart hurt. A lady turns her head next to me and gives me a strange look as if she'd just seen a homeless man. I meet her soft grey eyes, and she shoots me a terrified look. I rub my eyes with my fingers and grab my phone out of my pocket.

Ethan and Chassidy are probably worried sick about me. I slid my thumb across my screen, and the brightness blinds me. I hadn't realized it was 1:43am. I connect to the wifi that the train station has and await for the messages. After a few minutes, nothing. Typical.

I scroll to settings and turn off my location, Caller ID and the tracker my father installed in my phone one night when I came home late from a party. Id reaked of beer, smelled like rotten cigarettes and horny teenagers. The alcohol would make my pain go away. I have no friends. Well I have a group of guys who treat me like they're little sister and one friend Chassidy who was in another school however, and I had a boyfriend. Life sounded so perfect for me. And to be honest it should have been.

Until, grade 8 messed me up. My eyes water  at the memory. It hurts like hell even 3 years later. I don't wanna think about it. I just want to get out of this place. Away from everyone. I just can't take this anymore. 1095 days, 3 years of just endless nights of crying myself to sleep, of a sick tense feeling in the pit of my stomach, of screaming, of pain.

Just pain. I want to leave. I've been hurt and left too many times and I can't take it anymore.

I wipe my eyes, not realizing the tears that shed from my bright blue eyes. Well, damaged eyes.

" ALL ABOURD!" the captain yells. At least I think that's what he's called. I'm not sure.

I pick my bag up, tensing at the weight and stand in line. A little girl with rosy cheeks and chestnut brown hair is in front of me. She looks as if she were 14. I see from my point of view her fingers typing quickly on her iPhone. Her arms show scars and I feel sad. Knowing she's so young, probably running away like me. What pain does to people, I swear.

I board the train and take my seat. It's a six hour train ride. The little girl, approaches the same seat as I am in. She takes a seat next to me and plugs her earphones in.

I hear the mumbles of her loud music. Black Veil Brides. To entertain myself, I stare at her phone as she tilts her head on the window to fall asleep. Constant messages ring through. I catch some messages from contacts named "Dad,Mom, Carol and Naomi" All very hurtful things. She reminds me of a 14 year old me.

Without realizing, the little girl tilts her head on my shoulder and falls asleep. Her breaths are calm and short. I don't wanna wake her, even though it's awkward, I know that sleeping is all the non painful moment she will get.

I wonder what's wrong with her. I usually never pitty people but she's so young. So delicate. So fragile. Yet so hurt. It's just unfair.

I go through what hurt me at that age. Not being allowed with Ethan, loosing my best friend, being depressed and having severe anxiety.

Poor girl.

My phone buzzes in my pocket. I grab my phone and pick it up without checking who it is.

"Becca! Where the fuck are you? You dumbass, you forgot me" Chassidy yells in the phone. I smirk at her sense of humour.

Chassidy has been my best friend, no sister, since grade 3. We have a strange friendship. To make eachother feel better and talk some sense into one another, were straight forward with eachother and mean. Because sugar coating isn't real friendship. Honesty is.

I appreciate her sense of humour in times like this.

"Chassidy calm down! I'm going to Toronto" I reassure her.

"Are you dumb?" she says. I feel her smile even from miles away. I giggle.

"Yes I am Indeed."

"Well, your sister called me flipping her shit and now I am. What the fuck Becca? Stop! Get out of the train and come straight home or I'll drag you home. You can stay with me and we can beat those bitches whoever hurt you together." She says. Out of breath

I know she's worried. I feel bad for doing that but she will soon understand how this is essential for me.

"No." is all I say

"You fucking dumbass! Your scaring the shit out of me. Please come home from me, I need you. If not for you then for me. Please" her voice cracks.

She never cries. She's strong like that. Only certain things hurt her which means this is a lot.

"I'm already on the train. There's nothing I can do"

"Bullshit. I'm driving there I'll see you in the morning. God your dumb! Your paying for this! " she tells me and hangs up.

I smile. I know, weird. But that's us.
My phone vibrates and I get a message from her.

"Love you..u dumb bitch"

A few moments later,Ethan calls.

"Hi" I hear on the other line.

He's awkward like that.

"Hi"

"Where are you Rebecca?"

Well he got to the point.

"On a moving object." I tease

I hear a soft laughter.

"Cmon home" he says with hope.

"Ethan, I love you. But I can't I really can't. I can't do it. I need to leave. "
I explain.

"I need you." he breaks.

My heart aches for hurting him while trying to heal myself.

"I'm sorry"

And I hang up.

"It'll be okay Rebecca. We have eachother." the little girl says.

I look at her. She's got bright blue eyes, that hold too many secrets. She has the same freckles as I do and the same fine line in her forehead as I do.

"Run" she speaks.

She's me. I'm the broken little girl. This is where it all started, as a little girl.

And we're both running.

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