Justin Bieber was the shy kid. He was bullied everywhere he went. No one cared for him or loved him. He only had himself. He was scared, hurt and alone. He needed to be saved. "Justin, you're hurt! What happened? What can I do to help?" "Save me"

Please remember the fact that I wrote this when I was like 13, and had an obsession with jelena. That phase, if that's what you'd like to call it, passed and I no longer have any motivation or plans on finishing this story. I appreciate everyone's positive feed back so much, and I'm sorry if I've upset anyone. Not that anyone would be, this story honestly is embarrassingly horrible. But, if you would like to read it anyway and make your own ending, go right for it. So with that, thank you to everyone whose read this and stay fabulous!