Justin Bieber Imagines

Death at your door step(very very sad)

Your husband Justin has been in the hospital for a couple days. The doctor said that he has stage four cancer.

"HE HAS WHAT!!??!!" You screamed at the doctor with tears flooding your face.

"We're very sorry Mrs.Bieber."

"Oh my god!!! No, No. This is all a dream.... a nightmare!"

"Mrs.Bieber... please calm down."

"How am I supposed to calm down knowing that my husband is going to be gone forever at any minute!!!!! Please just let me see him."

The doctor led you to Justin's room. You couldn't bear to see him like that. Suffering with the devil inside him.

"Hey baby," Justin said trying to act like nothing's going on.

"Hey. How are you?"

"I'm feeling great."

"Cut the crap Justin."

"Woah.... what's wrong with you?"

"Justin, you're acting like nothing's wrong. This is not some vacation to the beach. You have stage four cancer!!"

"Babe just because I have cancer doesn't mean I have to lay in this bed to wait for God to make his move."

"Don't you dare say anything like that ever again!!!!!!!" you screamed.

The tears came down like Nigeria Falls.

"Baby.... I'm sorry."

Justin patted the bed and told you to come lay down with him.

"Shhh it's ok baby," Justin said rubbing your head.

"Your too young Justin. Your my love and hearing that news is like a bullet through my heart."

"I know baby... I know."

All that crying made you very sleepy so you went to sleep.

When you woke up the next morning, you were in a totally different room. This must be the vistors area, you thought.

The doctor came over to you with sadness in his face.

"How is he?"

The doctor was silent.

"I said how is he?"

"I'm very sorry Mrs.Bieber."

"What happened?" you said with worry in your voice.

"Justin passed away last night."

"HE WHAT!!!!!!!!!! NOOOO!!!!!"

Anger and sadness rushed over you. The doctor came over to give you a hug but you pushed him away.

"Don't you dare put your hands on me!!!!!"

"Mrs.Bieber, we tried everything."

"Well apparently you didn't try hard enough."

You stormed out of the hospital in a rage. You stopped in the parking lot and grabbed a knife out of your purse.

"I'm coming baby," you said to the sky.

You stabbed yourself in the chest and everything faded into black.

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Sorry if this was a little too sad. I'm kind of depressed but yeah. If you were a teenager, you would understand.