Lost Without You (Justin Bieber Love Story)

Chapter 11-Alive

Beep...beep...

I felt groggy. I was awake, but my eyes weren't open. My body felt weak. I didn't move. Something was on my pointer finger; it felt somewhat like one of those finger-casts. I heard a beeping that sounded like it was coming from a heart monitor. Though it only felt like a slight pinch, I felt some pain in my right hand. I could tell I was in a bed. I was confused.

I could feel someone give my left hand a gentle squeeze. I wondered who it was. I hadn't really remembered the last thing that happened to me. I wiggled a few of my toes to make sure I wasn't dead.

"I'm so sorry, Diana," a voice said only a few feet away from me.

Justin.

We had survived? How?

"I remember the day when you turned fourteen. I got to your house with that charm bracelet I bought you...you were in that purple dress," he recalled with a little laugh, "my favorite color. You were so beautiful, sweet. But you were obsessed with some foreign guy from our French class, and I got insanely jealous," he chuckled. "And...it sucked cause I knew I couldn't do anything. I was afraid of what you would think if you knew they way I felt about you..." He sniffled. "But I can't just hide anymore. I can't keep backing away. I love you, and I always have. There's nobody else. It's always been you and only you." Now, he was crying. "Please, Diana," he whimpered. "I need you back. You're everything to me. I've been such an asshole. I've treated you like shit because of my stupid friends. You deserve so much better than this. Please...I finally got you back...don't leave me again. I love you too much to ever be apart from you again." He paused for a few minutes as he cried. I could feel tears swelling up in my own eyes, which were still closed. I don't think I was totally comprehending everything yet. I felt weak and shaken up.

Justin continued, "I never should have let you go! I'm so stupid! I ruined your life, everything! You started getting down on yourself because of me! It's all my fault! You wouldn't be in here if it wasn't for me!"

I couldn't remember the last time I heard someone cry as hard as he did right then.

"Please, Diana...stay with me...don't give up on me, here. I need you. The truth is...

I've been lost without you."

I opened my eyes and looked down at him, tears now rolling down my face. His head was buried into my bed, right next to my leg. I squeezed his hand.

"You couldn't lose me even if you tried," I whispered.

Justin froze. He seemed unsure, as if he thought he was hearing things, that my voice was only a figment of his imagination. A small gasp escaped his lips. Slowly, he lifted up his head.

Justin's light brown eyes met mine.
"Diana."

He leaned up and cupped my face in his hands, pulling me close and kissing me passionately. I kissed him back and wrapped my arms around his waist. Justin began kissing my face, my ear, my neck, my chin, my lips.

"Don't you dare leave me." His voice was so quiet, barely even audible.

"Never." I gave him a small smile, which he quickly returned. He kissed me once more. I scooted over on the bed--by now I had figured out I was in the hospital--and patted the spot next to me. Justin didn't hesitate and sat down. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled my body into his. I laid my head against his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat. He placed a light kiss on my forehead.

I looked around the room. There was a heart monitor next to my bed along with a machine that was hooked up to an IV in my hand. The room was small, but nice. There was a TV on the wall across from me. Justin had put on a hockey game--Maple Leafs vs. the Philadelphia Flyers.