Justin’s POV:
I woke up groggy, but mostly angry as the previous memories came back to me. Selena didn’t want to listen to me even though shes in danger. My brother decided to be an asshole and trick me into being him and being shipped off to a nuthouse. Best of all, I have no one but myself in this place- well besides all of the other patients here but I try not to talk to them.
I shifted on the bed and looked around. I was in my room. Well, my room in the hospital. Plain white walls, a twin bed on the other side of the room neatly cleaned with teal sheets. A shelf on the wall with a couple of books. The type of bland and boring room that will drive you crazy. Ironic.
The door opened slightly and in crept one of the female nurses with a clipboard and a small white cup of meds. “Good morning Justin, it’s time for your morning medication.” She said in a sweet and smooth voice of silk. She looked about my age, maybe older. With long brown hair and round cheeks that reminded me of Selena.
Selena.
"No thanks." I replied with a wave of my hand.
She pouted, “Justin you have to take the meds.”
"If I take the fucking pills will you let me call Selena?" I spat, narrowing my eyes at her. I needed to talk to Selena an I didn't have to persuade Miley to give me her new number for nothing.
Her face molded into a stern look before replying. “No. The staff and your therapist have already decided not to let you make any personal phone calls or have any visitors until you are better. Now take your medication now.”
I grunted before snatching the white plastic cup from her hand and putting the pills in my mouth. The nurse looked at me once again and I opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue to show her I downed the pills.
Before she left she turned and looked at me, “Therapy at 1:00,” then shut the door.
I spit out the pills I hid under my tongue into my hand and shoved them under my pillow along with the others. I got up and my crinkled plain white t-shirt fell loosely around my torso and my gray baggy sweatpants bunched up around my ankles. There are no mirrors in the place so I can’t see if I look okay or not so I just have to guess I do.
I walked out of my room and down the hall towards the staircase. I walked past a few female nurses who both gave me second glances and said good morning to me. I bounded down the staircase towards the therapy side of the building.
"Justin!" A voice shouted from behind me echoing down the hall. I turned around and had to suppress and annoyed groan once I saw it was her.
The girl who has been obsessed with me since to moment I got here. Romi. I can't talk to her since it's difficult to. She has anxiety mixed with her bipolar attitude. Everything I say I have to watch because he mood can change at an instant.
"Hey Justin, going to therapy at 1:00 again?" Romi asked as she skipped up next to me, he blonde hair bouncing around her shoulders. Her blue eyes intensely staring into mine as her cheeks rounded even more when she smiled.
I sighed and quickened my pace. "Yes."
"Justin Drew Bieber what the fuck is that suppose to mean?" She snapped, her voice going a couple octaves higher.
Stopping in my tracks I gave her an uneasy gaze. "How do you know my full name?" I asked suddenly interested in how she got this information.
She giggled, "I have my ways. I also know your birthday is on March 1st, Tomorrow. I also know that your have a twin brother, and," she continued lowering her voice a little, "I know your dick size."
I raised my eyebrows but quickly began walking towards my therapist's room. "Romi go away. I'm going to be late."
She stomped her foot and crinkled her nose. "Fine, asshole." Then I felt relieved once I heard the soft patter of her feet skipping down the hall in the opposite direction.
I stopped in front of the door and glanced over at the clock. It was only 12:40 but I know if I'm late they will kill me. I sat in a chair next to the door until it was precicsley 1:00. That was when my therapist swung open the door and motioned me inside. I walked inside as he closed the door behind me. I flopped down on the couch as he sat down in a chair across from me with a clipboard in his hand.
I liked my therapy sessions actually, even though I only had about 10. 1 therapy session everyday at 1:00. 10 days I have already spent at this hospital. Every therapy session I always had something to talk about because I have been talking to Miley on the phone. She talked to me each and every 9 out of 10 days I have been here. She told me about how Selena was packing up to leave her home to get away from Jason.
"Hello Justin. How are you feeling this morning?" My therapist asked with a smile.
"Good. Romi has still been roaming through my files again. She knows my full name now and my dick size." I exclaimed with a roll of my eyes.
My therapist chuckled, "I will make sure we will keep your files out of reach from her. But, Justin, you know what I want to talk about don't you?"
I paused before answering, "Selena Marie Gomez."
