Because Of You

Chapter 2

[Next day at Jay's House After School]

Melanie's pov

"No. Maybe next weekend. This weekend won't work for me." America said as she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Alright. So next weekend we have a party, yea?" Jay asked smiling at me.

"Where at?" I asked popping a chip into my mouth.

"Here. Next weekend my parents are out of town. So it works out perfectly!" Jay said.

"Are you bringing your girlfriend? The girl who goes to 'The Rich Kid' school?"

America asked as she put her feet up on the wall leaving her to face the opposite way of us.

"Maybe. She has final exams. Summer is in 3 weeks." He explained.

"Don't remind me." I said rolling my eyes.

"Why are you so against this summer? For all the years I've known you, you always counted down the days until you were out of school." America asked putting her feet down, sat up, then faced me all in one swift motion.

"Well you, America, are moving to Mexico this summer and won't come back until after high school while Jay is staying at Europe for a family vacation leaving me here alone." I explained.

"I'll be back in the middle of July." He said.

"You've told me. But I'm just bummed, you know? What am I going to do then? I can't go out in public or I might see them."

Them are a group of stupid blonde white girls who just love to go around town and rain on people's parades. Especially mine.

In the 5th grade they started picking on me until I beat the 'ring leader' of the group, Ashlee. But ever since that day, they started making fun of me more. Their words hurt me so much I cut myself. Only 7 scars on my arms. No one knows.

"When I come back, we'll do fun stuff. I promise." Jay said shooting me a smile.

"Yea. And we would FaceTime and call each other everyday." America stated.

"Alright." I said.

*****

"C'mon you freaking hair!" I screamed at myself as I tried to pull my brush through my hair.

I had just took a shower and my hair was being almost impossible to brush through.

"Finally." I muttered under my breath as the last knot pulled through leaving me only a few more strands of hair.

I then looked at myself in the mirror with disgust. I rolled my eyes and put my hair up in a messy bun. I then brushed my teeth trying not to look at my reflection.

"How long have you been in here?" My dad asked as he joined me in the bathroom to brush his teeth as well.

"I don't know." I said as I spit out tooth paste. I then pushed the brush back into my mouth and brushed again.

"So how was school?" My dad asked as he rinsed his mouth and put his toothbrush back into the cup.

"Okay I guess. Nothing exciting," I explained as I put my toothbrush away and wiped my mouth,

"Saw the same annoying people as I always do."

"Aren't you hot in that sweater?" He said eyeing me.

"I mean it's basically 90 degrees outside and you're wearing a sweater."

"I'm fine. Goodnight." I said.

"Okay. Night." My dad said dismissing my sweater and kissing me on the top of my head. We then left the bathroom as we parted down our separate hallways as he went to the left as I went to the right.

I wanted to roll up my sleeves so bad, but I couldn't risk my family seeing my scars. I then rolled into bed and stared up at my ceiling.

After about 45 minutes of unsuccessfully trying to fall asleep, I decided to open my phone.

I opened Safari and looked at the headlines.

'Lindsay Lohan in rehab again?!' as it showed her with sunglasses on walking into a dark building.

'Justin Bieber caught doing marijuana.' another one said showing him sitting down with a rolled blunt in his hand.

"Just leave them alone." I whispered to myself. I'm not a fan of either one of them, but they're young. They're going to make mistakes and pointing them out. I rolled my eyes and went on twitter.

#CutForBieber was worldwide. Why did they recommend me this? I clicked the hashtag and instantly I was people's arms covered in deep wounds dripping out blood. Some wounds spelled out 'JB' or 'Justin' or 'Bieber' or 'Belieber'. It's was horrifying. But the most gruesome were the plain cut ones that just showed their pain.

I didn't want to look anymore. If I did, it would remind me of my own pain and I too will cut myself again. I closed the app and locked my phone. I then flipped over so my back faced the phone and closed my eyes.

*****

I fluttered my eyes open to the sunlight. I turned over. It's Saturday. I smiled as I pushed the covers off of me. I went into the hallway and immediately bumped into Jeremiah.

"You okay?" He asked me.

"I'm fine. Why?" I asked giving him a questioning look.

"Last night I heard you say 'Look what you did to them' and kept yelling stop." He explained.

"Oh. Sorry if I kept you up. Probably just a bad dream. That's all." I forced a smile. He nodded and head downstairs. What was I dreaming about? I tried to remember the events that happened last night to occur my dream, but I couldn't.

About an hour later, I remembered. I was looking at the pictures of girls cutting themselves for Justin. Was I yelling at Justin in my dream? I then got curious about this guy. I went in my room, closed the door, and opened my laptop.

"Justin Bieber." I said very slowly as I typed what I said. I clicked the Wikipedia bio and read.

Okay, so this white boy from Canada became famous really young. I kept scrolling. Gosh, he was hot when he his old hair do. So his parents split when he was a baby. I scrolled one last time. It then showed me the link to his first album. 'My World'. It came out in 2009. I clicked the link and for the rest of the day, I listed to his albums and got to learn a lot about him.

But I'm still not a belieber...