Justin's P.O.V.
"If he won't open the door go get a key from the front desk". I heard a faint voice outside in the hallway.
My eyes only open slightly, it's like my bodies here in the bathroom but my mind is somewhere else. I can't bring myself to stand up and see what all the comotion is going on outside but I do understand parts.
Events from last night spring alive again and my head is spinning. It never occured to me that if I missed taking my medicine once it would make me feel useless, no good, or alone. But I guess I really never knew because I always had it around and it helped so much more than I thought it did. And now with all this stress and fame or however you want to label it is around, it constanley feels like a grey cloud is following me one screw up and a down pour comes.
So at the moment my world is dark and stormy and I just want help getting out of it so I can cherish the good things that I think or hope I have.
My body is aching and I can't tell if it's from the hurt that I'm feeling currently or from sleeping on the bathroom floor all night. Suddenly the knocking from the door starts again, but I don't feel like moving.
"Why would this boy not come to the door? He's not that heavy of a sleeper".
"Haven't really heard a peep from him all night Scooter". I'm assuming that was Rick speaking.
"Where the hell is Alfredo with that key"? The pounding started again. I closed my eyes listening to the loud thumping of the door.
"Sorry Scooter front desk was busy". Alfredo whispered sounding out of breath. I listened as the swipping of the room key went through the slot and a low clicking told me that the door was now open.
"Shit, Justin"! Scooter shouted. Even though my eyes weren't open I knew he was quickly by my side. I opened my eyes attempting to look at him as I slowly pointed to the empty pill bottle laying on the corner of the bathroom floor.
"Sorry Scoot". Damn I sound like I haven't talked in a week. "I just feel so shitty".
"Hey kiddo, it's alright you don't have to talk. Just take two of these". He patted my shoulder pulling a plastic bag of small pills out of his jacket pocket.
He stood up searching for a plastic cup on the bathroom counter filling it with water. Scooter nodded to the door and I noticed both Alfredo and Rick were watching closely. "Help him up will ya". Scooter smiled a sad but yet caring smile.
Hands were on each sides of my arms pulling me up. Wow my legs feel like jello. "You okay to stand"? Rick muttered.
"Can you guys help me to the bed"? There goes my hoarse voice again. In no time I was inching closer and closer to the bed. I laid limp like over the sheets as Scooter stood beside the bed.
"Now these aren't the same, but it should make you feel some what better than you do now. It atleast gives me time to get ahold of your mom and see what she wants to do". He handed me the water and the pills as I tossed them in my mouth taking a big drink of cool water.
Is it possible to sleep the pain away?
"Just relax kiddo, I'll have your mom on the phone in no time". Scooter pulls out his phone, smiling that same smile from earlier. I nodded as Scooter motioned for Rick to get back to guarding the door while he was waiting for the other line of the phone to pick up.
Peyton's P.O.V.
Jamming out to Miley Cyrus in the car at nine o'clock in the morning with Pattie is not how I imagined my day to go. But she called and wanted to go out to breakfast and without Justin being here she didn't want to be alone.
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Confused?...... (A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)
Fanfiction"Justin please look at me". I pleaded trying to bring his eyes to mine. "Your all I have left". He grabbed onto my shoulders. He was at a very unhealthy state and for the first time ever I was afraid of Justin. His eyes never left mine but he squeez...
