Recovery ~ Justin Bieber (Book 2)

7

Madison's POV:

It's like Justin is a different person. He hasn't been out of his house in a week, he barely eats, and all he does is sleep and watch movies. The fans know somethings up, but I'm not going to tell them that their idol has severe depression, because if he has it, they do. Instead of hating on me, they've been messaging me, asking to help Justin, and of course, I haven't answered. They can't know. Maybe I should tweet something?

'@MadisonMayor: hi everyone! Just wanted to tell you.. Justin is okay. He is grateful for the support, he's just a little down.'

I then send out another tweet.

'@MadisonMayor: He needs something to lift up his spirits.. would you do that for him? #MuchLove'

I put my phone down and I check on Justin in his bedroom. I refused to go home, I can't leave him here like this alone. 

"Hey baby," I say, sitting next to him.

"Hi," he says.

"Why don't you tweet something? Everyones worried sick," I say, rubbing his shoulder.

"I'm not a role model," he mumbles.

"Yes, you are. Role Model's make mistakes, Justin. That's okay." 

"No. I could've killed someone, thats not okay," he points out, and I sigh. 

Nothing will make him feel better, it's pointless.

Just when I was about to give up, I hear noise. A group of people.

"What's that?" I ask, and he shrugs. I make my way to his balcony and then I see it.

His fans are in a heart shape, singing 'Be Alright.'

"Justin, come look at this," I say, smiling.

"No."

"Justin it's them, the beliebers," I say, and he rolls out of bed, and makes his way to the balcony.

"Woah," he says under his breath, and they all hold up signs that read 

'Stay Strong'

and 

'#alwayshereforourjustin'

Justin's eyes start tearing up, and he hugs me as we look down at the crying and screaming fans.

"You guys are literally the best fans on the planet! Thank you so much for the support, I needed it!" he yells, and kisses the top of my head, and everyone screams. That's the first time I've seen his real smile since the incident.

"Everyone stay here, I'll be right back," he yells and runs inside.

"Justin, what are you doing?" I ask, and he throws off his shirt and changes into a nice clean one, and puts on skinny jeans, THAT ACTUALLY FIT! 

"They deserve this," he says, and he grabs his guitar.

He walks out the front door, and they all scream. He takes a seat on the porch next to me.

"You guys are the best, and words can't describe how much I love you. I owe everything to you guys, and I don't know where to start repaying you, so lets start with this," he says, and he strums his guitar.

"This song is called 'As Long As You Love Me.'

After that, he sings, 'Take You,' 'Be Alright,' and 'All That Matters.'

We walk inside after his singing session.

"They have this magic ability to make you happy," I say.

It's true, he was just depressed, now he's smiling.

"Somewhat," he says with a shrug.

"What do you mean? You looked so happy," I point out.

"Of course they make me happy, but half of that smile wasn't real. I'm just not happy right now. Is that wrong?!"

I can tell he's getting angry.

"Why?! Why aren't you happy, Justin!? You have EVERYTHING, and you didn't do the right thing, by drinking and driving, but it's over, it happened, and now it's time to move on. Why is that so hard? Why do you read what those bastards say about you?! Your fans know the real you, they know you don't do drugs anymore," I yell.

"It's not like that! They don't trust me anymore, Mads. I mean, yeah, some do, others, they don't. I'm lossing respect, trust, a rep. Society is killing me," he chokes out. I want to give him a hug so bad, but I can't, he needs to be set straight.

"They are trying to, Justin, but they won't. We're stronger together, so from now on, I'm with you in public, anywhere you go. Understand? No drinking, no smoking. They won't have a story to make up. You'll be known as the innocent angel again. You'll visit hospitals, donate, have a smile, and you'll be really sweet. That's the plan."

"I am a good person, I don't need to pretend to be," he spits.

"I know, but if your always smiling and doing the right thing, being the best role model, they won't have anything to say," I point out, and he nods.

"My life is falling apart," he says.

"I'm here to help you put it back together again," I say, and he hugs me for a long time. I can tell he's upset, and it's really affecting him.

The words flash back into my mind.

"Are you aware you can be the next trainwreck?"

"I can't. I have a good head on my shoulders."

The reality of it all, is that Justin.. well.. he's a perfect canidate.