A Player Felt Love (A Justin Bieber Fanfiction)

Chapter 35: People Change

(Femke's P.O.V)

It's been three weeks since that incident. Three weeks since I last saw Anthony. Three weeks since I last saw or talked to Justin. Three weeks since I last saw my house because now I was stuck in this hospital. No one came to visit me. No one knew about this condition I was in. And I was sick of it. Sick of laying in the same white, plain room. Sick of looking at people in white clothes. Sick of the same medicines. And sick of not going to school. I missed everyone. Everything. 

The door opened, dragging my attention away. 

"Medicine time." the nurse kindly smiled at me, making a smile grow on my face. 

"Predictable." I sighed, getting up to rest my back on the wooden stand on the bed. 

"Hah, says every patient." she giggled. 

"Mhmm" I mumbled, taking the medicine from her hand as I quickly gulped it down with water. 

"You'll be having some tests today. We'll be here in the afternoon." she smiled after getting a nod from me as she walked towards the door. 

"Wait" I called out, she stopped and turned around. "I - I need to call someone." I trailed off. I left my phone in the house since the moment I opened my eyes after that night, I was here. Some of Anthony's friends tracked him down to my house and found him drunk and me partially dead. They faked excuses that I fell down the stairs and admitted me here. 

"Sure, sweetie." she gently smiled before walking out and returning with a white telephone and placed it on my hand. "There you go." 

"Thank you" I smiled before turning back to the phone. I had memorized Justin's number by heart so I didn't have any trouble dialing it. I clutched the phone onto my ear, eager for him to pick up. "Pick it up, pick it up." I anxiously muttered. 

But then the woman on the other side spoke. 'The number you are trying to dial is currently switched off. Please try again later.' 

"No," I whined, placing the phone on my lap as I ran my hands over my face, frustrated. I needed to talk to Justin. I was feeling so insecure, unsafe and scared. I needed his voice to calm me down. 

Three weeks without him had really drained me. 

"Shall I take the phone back?" the nurse asked. I look up from my hands and gave her a small nod. She picked it up from my lap and left the room. 

An exhausting exhale escaped my lips as I laid back on the bed. I was tired, of everything. And I really needed Justin. I was missing him like damn. 

Unknowingly I had started shredding some tears. I was now hysterically crying. I couldn't help the tears. 

My heart was in pain and my cries were in vain. It was like no other person could understand my language. I wasn't ready to share my pain with anyone. Anyone except him. 

Oh, I was dying for the day I'd be able to rest peacefully in his arms again and be able to let my pain out, smelling his scent. We hardly spent a whole day together as a couple and there you know! He's gone. 

How flabbergasting. 

My sobs weren't stopping and I couldn't help but think about him. What is he doing? How is he? Where is he? I just wanted to see his smile. And for him to hold and listen to everything I have to say and then tell me it's all going to be alright. 

I was in deep pain and needed him. Only him.

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My eyelids fluttered open at the sound of the door opening. I had slept after thinking about Justin. It was so hurting and I felt so exhausted that I dozed off.