"I-I-I.. I cant take it anymore." I sobbed to Justin. Justin gave me a warm look. I flickered my eye's back at him. He sat there, and cradled me in his arms.
"Its going to be okay." He said, kissing the top of my head. A few tense seconds later, a BANG clattered against the window. Justin pulled away, as I poked my head through his arms.
"W-w-what is it?" I asked. Justin edged towards the window, and pulled the curtain shut.
"Nothing." Then, yet another BANG.
"Justin?" I asked again. Justin peered through the window.
"Its the 'beliebers' again." He looked down. "I dont know why you're still with me." I felt the urge to say something spiteful, but seeing his expression I stopped. Justin seemed to acknowledge the fact, It was his fault.
"I'm sorry. I really am." He whispered.
"Its okay." I said getting up and hugging him. "Its not your fault."
Really. It. Is.
"Go away." I said out loud annoyingly.
"What?" Justin pulled away from the hug and stared at me.
"N-n-nothing." Another BANG. "What are those bangs?"
"Tomatoes." Justin said smiling. He knew I hated tomatoes. I sighed and forced a smile back.
Why are you still here? He doesnt like you, and neither does his fans. You hate him too.
Why was I saying this over and over in my head? The room was dark, and had pillow's everywhere.
