Different // Justin Bieber

Prologue

*Sapphire's POV*

There's something wrong with me, I know there is. I'm crazy. I'm nuts. Just the way my brain works. I'm not normal. I think differently...it's slower than an average person. It takes a while to understand something. I fuck up a lot because of it. I lost so many people in my life, just because I just wasn't thinking, I made all these stupid decisions without thinking it through. I wasn't aware of the consequences. I hate myself because of it. I ruined my life. Its because of them...the demons in my head...I started getting into drugs..I know it's bad, but it really helps me! Drugs are my life now..I honestly don't even know what I'm doing here alive, I don't have a reason to be on this world..I have no one.

I'm done with life, I'm done with everything. I can't go on like this.

I looked at the sink and saw a blade. I did it before and I'm doing it again..I grabbed it slit it across my wrist, I felt a familiar stinging sensation, but it felt good. I kept doing it over and over again till my whole wrist was covered in blood. Tears were rapidly falling down my cheek. Just then the door open, revealing him. He looked at me and his eyes widened.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" He yelled.

"Why do you even care?!" I snapped,

He walked towards me, and snatched the bald from my hand.

"No! Give it back! I wanna die!" I yelled hitting him on his chest.

"Calm down," he whispered.

"I-I wanna die," i cried in his chest.

"Shhh," he whispered, kissing my forehead.

"C'mon let's get you cleaned up," he said.

He grabbed a towel, and wet it. He grabbed my wrist and started dabbing the blood away gently. After, he finished, he grabbed my wrist and bought it closer to his lips and kissed every cut.

"Promise me you'll never do this again," he whispered

"I-I promise," I whispered.

He then grabbed some bandaged and covered all my cuts up.

"Thank you," I said in a quiet voice, kinda like a whisper.

"No problem,"

There was a silence and it wasn't really awkward it was nice and comfortable.

"So, are you gonna tell me why you were trying to kill yourself," he said.

I looked down I didn't know if I wanted to talk about it, but he did help me so I think he deserves an answer.

"Cause,I'm just so....different." I said looking down into my lap.

"You say it like it's a bad thing," he said.

"That's because it..."