Why me?! (A Justin Bieber Fanfic)

Chapter 15: I Don't Care Anymore

WARNING: CAN BE TRIGGERING. (A/N even though it's badly written)

1 week later.

Sheyla's POV.

I feel so much better after leaving there. Matthew walks into my room with a tub of Ben and Jerry's cookie dough ice cream, I smile weakly.

"Thanks Matt,"

"You need it Sheyla, for the past week you've barely come out your room. Elena came but you won't talk to her, just sat there staring at the wall. You need to talk to Justin"

"I can't Matt, I just can't! I won't be able to hold myself together Matt just drop it!" I shout, tears roll down my cheek. Why should I answer Justin's calls? I told him not to call or text me, I know he's trying to be a good boyfriend but I just can't. I face away from Matthew.

"Come on Sheyla, you're way better than sitting here moping around while everyone else is enjoying themselves."

"Just shut up Matt Okay? I don't care anymore." I say and sigh, I hear him walking away and the door close. As soon as the door closes my phone rings, I look at it and it's Justin. I've been ignoring him for so long already. I pick up my phone and answer it.

Sheyla: What?
Justin: I'm just checking you're okay. I do love you but what's wrong?
Sheyla: Just everything, I can't deal with it anymore.
Justin: Don't do anything stupid, I'm coming over.
Sheyla: No Justin, I'm fine. I've got to go.
Justin: Sheyla don't hang up the-

I hang up before he says anything else. I'm done. I walk out of my room and into my bathroom, I look in the mirror. My hair is a mess, my make up is stained on my face. I look horrible. I look into the cabinet and see a bunch of pills, life would be so much easier for everyone when I'm gone. Tears roll down my cheek, how am I even considering this? I remember the first I met Justin, being the OLLG but I hated him back then. I just can't believe it happened. I take all the pills in the bottle, I smile as I remember Justin and take all of the pills and wash it down with the first liquid I find. Everything goes black.

Matt's POV

I hear a thud coming from the bathroom, that's weird. I ignore it, I hear loud knocking on the door. I rush to the door only to find Justin, he pushes past me and rushes up the stairs.

Justin's POV

I think Sheyla's done something, something that is incredibly stupid. She won't answer my calls. I run into her room but she's not there, I run to the bathroom and the door is closed, I knock in case she's in the shower or something.

"Hey Shey, can I come in?" I say, there's silence. It's too quiet I don't like this at all. I open the door slowly and creaks, I see Sheyla's legs and I can tell that she's no moving. No no no, I swing the door open to find Sheyla's lifeless body on the floor. I stare at her in shock and disbelief.

"Matt, call an ambulance. NOW." I shout and tears roll down my cheek, I kneel down and I shake her. "Sheyla please, wake up. Sheyla! I need you," I say and my voice cracks, I start to sob and I hold her close and rock with her. I sing Be alright in her ear, that was one of her favourite songs by me. I start to sob even harder and I find it almost impossible to carry on singing.

"Justin, the ambulance is coming. They're be here in a minute," Matt says from outside the door sounding like he's trying to stop himself from crying.

"It'd be too late, it's all my fault. It's all my fucking fault!" I shout, Matt backs off a bit.

"They can save her Justin," Matt says.

"Matt, promise me. If she ever tells you she's done again, call me and I'll be here in a heartbeat." I say and there's a knock on the door. Most probably the ambulance. I lean down and kiss Sheyla's cold forehead.

"I'm here for you baby, I'm never going to leave." I say, I hear them running up the stairs and one of them pulls me away.

"How long has she been like this sir?"

"2 minutes. Will she be okay?"

"We can't say she will and we can't say she won't," They say and I look down, I walk into her room and see one poster of me with a heart saying 'Sheyla + Justin forever'. Tears well up in my eyes, I feel a hand on my shoulder and I turn around to find Matt.

"Take me to the hospital, I want to be near her." I say, Matt nods and I walk downstairs and out the front door. I go on twitter and see lots of interactions.

justinbieber: Someone close to me is hanging on for dear life, please keep Sheyla in your hearts for me.

justinbieber: I hope those Beliebers that hurt or send death threats to Sheyla are happy now.

I put my phone back in my pocket and stand by Matt's car, he locks the house up and walks to the driver's side of the car.

"Are you okay?" Matt says.

"No, the one person who knows everything about me is on the brink of death. It's all my fault. If I hadn't made her come outside of the hotel with me, this wouldn't have happened." I say and tears stream down my face. After an awkward silence, that seems to last a lifetime, I decide to speak.

"Matt, do you think she'll pull through?" I say

"Of course she will. She's strong,"

"I know, I just don't want her to leave me without her. I know I have everyones support but the reason she might be gone is because of me." I say looking down.

"Without you she wouldn't have made this far. She loves you, she'll hold on for you." Matt says as we pull up outside of the hospital. I rush out the car and run to the reception.

"Is there a Sheyla here?" I say.

"Yes there is but you'd need to wait a little while," the receptionist says.

"We need you to fill in her form, as I know from the media you're her boyfriend. Do you have any of her relatives with you Mr. Bieber?" The receptionist says. I nod just as Matt walks through the door.

"This is her brother, Matthew." I say.

"We need you to fill in this form," She says, Matt fills in the form in 3 minutes.

"Okay, she's on the 3rd floor. Room 245," she says.

"Thank you," I say and run to the elevator. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket and it's a text from my mum. (Author note: I'm English I have the British spelling of things!)

Mum: What happened to Sheyla?

Justin: She had a drug overdose.

Mum doesn't reply after that, I decide to check twitter and see that Pray for Sheyla is trending. The elevator dings and Matt and I walk in. I press the 3 button.

"Justin, stop stressing about it. Sheyla is going to be okay," Matt says.

"You don't know that," I shout. I look away from him and sigh, the elevator reaches the third floor and I look for room 245. I see doctors coming out of the room.

"Are you here for the girl in room 245?" The doctor says

"Yeah I am," I say.

"You can go in," The doctor says.