It Gets Better (Justin Bieber)

Chapter 1

JESSICA'S POV

It gets better. It gets better. It gets better.

I tell myself that everyday and it still hasn't gotten better. For the past 12 years that small phrase is what has kept me going. Well, I shouldn't say kept me going, more like kept me alive.

My dad is abusive and I'm suicidal. He used to be a normal, loving dad until my mom passed away when I was 4. Every night since, he comes home drunk and beats me. I don't really know why, it's not like my mom's death was my fault and I haven't done anything to piss him off, like ever. But I've begun to think he's right, I do deserve every beating he's ever given me. I've begun to believe that every word he yells at me in his slurred, drunk tone every night, is true. That I'm worthless, fat, I'll never find love, nobody will ever treat me right, i was a mistake and should've never been brought into this world. That's how I've become suicidal, and anorexic for that matter. I mean if my father hurts me, I should hurt myself too, if I deserve it, which I probably do. And if I'm fat, may as well fix it by the only way I've ever known, pain. I've never let anyone into my world, never told anyone what goes on in my life, not even Julia. And I don't plan to.

But enough about my sick father, I do actually have a friend. Her name is Julia. She's the most bubbly person I know, granted one of the only people I know, but she's always smiling. But with the good comes the bad, right? Well, one friend, one bully (with a small gang, of course). Biggest, baddest, guy in the school. Terrifies everybody. Why does he bully me, of all people? I don't know, probably because he can see I'm already broken and I'm an easy target. His name is Justin, Justin Bieber. Justin, Ryan, Chaz, Sam, and Sam's girlfriend, Misty, are the ones who bully me. If only they knew what went on at home.

Growing up as a little girl I always dreamed of being 16 forever, having a Sweet Sixteen, having a boyfriend who loves me, friends who love me, a family who loves me. Well, all of those thoughts and dreams went down the toilet the day my mom died and I got my first beating from my dad. Now I'm sixteen and can't wait till I'm eighteen and can move out, away from the monster I call my father.

so this is my second fan fic. I have one going one instagram too (that I'm gonna stop), but that's beside the point. I just wanted to have a "real" one, u know? okay, so maybe u don't know... I'm just starting it but I promise u it's gonna get better, u just gotta stick with me. (let me know how it is in the comments? thanks babes) I'm gonna try to update everyday, though that might get hard now that my school starts in a week. but im just gonna give it my best shot and I hope all u beautiful people like it! I love u and stay beautiful!

-Marissa xoxo