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My fingers tapped against the arm of my seat as I hummed to the music playing through the radio. The one thing I hate about visiting hospitals is the horrible feeling in my gut by seeing all these children on the urge of dying. That’s exactly why I veiled away from my manager on days I have off. He always seemed to think it was a good idea for me to visit these people and just talk them for the day. It was never easy. I’m not the type to deal with death.
 
My dad died over a year ago from a car accident. It hasn’t been the easiest for my stepmom or my half brother and sister, to move on. Heck, it hasn’t been the easiest for me either, constantly blaming myself for the accident. My mom and the people I work with always tell me it wasn’t my fault since I wasn’t the one driving. But, I was the one who saw it all in front of me. They don’t know exactly what happened that day.
 
“Justin.” Scooter snapped his fingers in front of my dazing face. I looked over at the open car door and his face in front of me. “We’re here.”
 
I rolled my eyes unnoticeably before getting out of the car. “Why are we even at a mental hospital Scooter? I’m supposed to talk to some psychopath?”
 
“They’re not all psychopaths… most of them have been through a lot Justin. You’re the nice guy who wants to just turn their depressed lives upside down.” I watched as he smiled at the cameras and I smiled myself before opening the hospital doors.
 
Of course this was all for the publicity, making my image good. I knew exactly why he was doing this. It was all because of the outburst I had a few weeks ago on this 10 year old girl. I cursed, threatened, not to mention I was completely drunk and miserable when I did it, and all I had back was all the criticisms that the world had started… things about me being a horrible deceiving person for saying such things to an ‘innocent child.’
 
“I’m not staying here for too long.” I mentioned as I looked around at the lobby. It was pretty nice and looked a bit on the expensive side. But then again this is a mental institute. These people have got to get paid a lot of spending everyday taking care of crazy/depressed people.
 
“Hi! It’s so great of you to come, Justin and Mr. Braun.” A doctor here I’m guessing to be exclaimed. I only smirked decently shaking her hand.
 
I felt a hard smack on my shoulder. “Well Justin here is very committed on visiting hospitals, just helping the need.” He smiled warmly.
 
“I’m sure. Well thank you again, for coming.” She smiled warmly before grabbing a folder beside the table. Her eyebrows furrowed a little when she looked down at the person. “Hm.”
 
“If everything ok?” Scooter asked at the sudden frown that formed on the doctor’s face.
 
She looked up and shook her head innocently. “Well, you’ll be visiting Daphne Morris today. She’s 17. She checked in the hospital about a year ago.” Hm, she’s only a year younger than me. “And uh, well she’s actually a mute.” She scratched the back of her neck nervously.
 
“A mute?” I questioned with a raise eyebrow.
 
“Yeah.” She nodded. “Her family was killed right in front of her. Their were apparently people who planted bombs all over the house after they robbed it. Everyone died but she survived. She’s never attempted to commit suicide, but she has had outbursts, nightmares, and she hasn’t spoken since the accident. I don’t think any of us have ever actually heard her voice.”
 
“Listen, how am I exactly going to talk to her if she doesn’t talk?” I asked a little rudely. Scooter punched me on my side casually.
 
“Well I don’t know. You can maybe try?” She asked with a hopeful smile.
 
A lady walked beside her, looking to be in the mid 30’s with short brown hair. Goodness, MILF. I instantly smiled at her. “Oh this is Maria. She’s Daphne’s nurse.”
 
She shook both of our hands. “Oh it’s is a pleasure to meet you.” I said in flirty way to only get another big punch on my side by my manager. I gave him a death glare.
 
“Here, I’ll take you to her room.” Maria smiled at me and I smiled in return.
 
“Be nice.” Scooter warned.
 
I just gave him a look of reassurance before strolling off with Maria down the halls. Once we got to the room I watched as she opened the door gently. It was nice room with carpeting, a couch, and a bed with a lying body on top of it. It looked like a typical hospital room, but I guess you could consider it to be nicer than that.
 
Maria walked over to the bed where she began shaking the girl sleeping gently. I watched intently at the lifeless body laying on that bed. Her hair was dirty blonde and messy as if she hasn’t showered in years. Her face was pale as well as her lips were light pink. She looked half-dead. It was hard to see someone like this.
 
She opened her eyes quickly as she began breathing heavily. She didn’t once look over here as Maria helped her sit up. “Daphne, you have a visitor. It’s Justin Bieber. You remember him?” She asked nicely.
 
Daphne, didn’t even glance here. Maybe she doesn’t believe her? I walked closer towards the bed. “Hi, Daphne, I’m Justin.”
 
Still, she looked straight ahead as if she couldn’t hear me. She just completely ignored me. I mentally scolded myself for looking like an idiot.
 
‘I’m sorry,’ Maria mouthed to me apologetically. I just shook my head at her and waved it off. I can see that she had something in her wrist that was bringing fluid into her body. “That’s basically what’s keeping her alive.” She sighed. “We could never get her to eat no matter what we seem to make.”
 
I observed Daphne and noticed how skinny she was. Of course, not eating has their perks of not having to worry about the weight you’re carrying around.
 
“Here, I have to go check on this other patient. Just hang here for a while.” She grabbed the remote and turned on the TV hitting the numbers on it which soon went to Spongebob. She gave us both a hopeful glance before walking out of the room.
 
I sat on the edge of the bed right beside her legs that were tucked under the blanket. I looked over at her, she was laying against the back of the bed as she looked at the TV. I saw her more clearly now. Her eyes were dark shade of brown. She had long eyelashes as well that probably doesn’t even mascara to make them look pretty. Overall, she looked extremely sick and depressed. Like she just saw the most terrible thing in the world just happen…well yeah her family died. But wasn’t that like a year ago? Maybe she’s still scared?
 
I cleared my throat moving my eyes away from observing her face. Damn, she probably thought I was a creep for staring for literally 3 minutes.
 
“Uh…well this is going to be awkward.” I said looking at the wall across me. “Well you like Spongebob, huh?” I glanced at the TV seeing him laughing.
 
Ugh, I hate his laugh.
 
“I still love watching this show too. Even though you know, I’m 18.” I looked over at her as I began chuckling. Still, she was staring at the TV, expressionless.
 
I frowned.
 
“So are you a fan? You know listen to my music?” I asked with a wide smile. She stayed silent. “I guess not…” I mumbled loudly.
 
I watched her lips slightly part before she gulped lightly as if she was annoyed by my presence. This girl is seriously whacked. She can’t even look at me?
 
I sighed and brought my hand to my head frustrated a little by her. “The silent treatment, huh? You’re pretty damn good at it.” I bit my lip as I looked at her, waiting for the slightest move.
 
A roll in the eyes, a glance, an arm motion, or maybe even a physical push to me or to tell me to shut the fuck up… still nothing.
 
“Look it’s Justin Bieber! Oh wait, I’m right over here and you won’t even look at me.” I hissed sarcastically.
 
She still sat there. It’s like she was doing this to get me mad, it was working….
 
“You know anybody would die to be in your position right now, and you can’t even speak? You can’t even look at me? I came here to talk to you…” I trailed off putting my hand on her leg.
 
She winced dramatically at my touch. I quickly brought my hand away. Jesus, she doesn’t even like being touched.
 
“Sorry…” I muttered.
 
What am I even apologizing for? This was harder than I thought it would be. I mean, heck I’ve been through something similar to what she has rather than my entire family dying. This shouldn’t be difficult for her to speak. Right when someone told a patient at a hospital that I came to visit, they instantly move their broken bones just to get a glance of me. She didn’t even hesitate. Heck, she wanted me fucking gone by the way her lips slightly part out calmly.
 
“You know, I get it.” I managed to speak out fully. “Someone important died right in front of your eyes and you couldn’t do anything to stop it…” I trailed off thinking about the memories of the crash. Everything filling up in my head. “And you keep asking yourself every day, why me? Why was I the one to stay alive and not them?” I asked myself. “Every day, you just blame yourself and wonder what could you have done to change that from happening. Maybe even the slightest thing you could have not done which wouldn’t have—“ I turned to her and I watched her head dropped at the back of the bed and her eyes shut completely.
 
I laughed a little and shook my head. Awesome for her to fucking fall asleep while I was talking. The door opened and I saw Maria walk in with a tray of food. I gave her a look and before I knew it, I walked out of the door not once looking back.
 
Stupid bitchh…I try talking to her and she ignores me, makes me feel worthless? I tried helping her. She obviously doesn’t want it. I’m out of this stupid hospital.
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I think you guys might have understood already the plot of this.
Justin Bieber is a pop star, blah blah blah. He's been visiting hospitals and his manager had set him up with a mental hospital for this one patient named Daphne Morris. She's only a year younger than him, making her 17. Her entire family was killed in a bomb attack. She nearly almost died, but when she woke up she was completely silent. She hasn't spoken since the day of the accident. She stays at the hospital but she doesn't do much. She just sits there and no one can make her speak.
Justin felt bad but he wasn't up for visiting her and helping her. But he found out how beautiful she sung and he was willing to make her open up to him. Even if she was considered the most stubborn, depressed, "half-dead" girl he's ever seen.
 
But the question is, why has she gone mute after that day?

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Justin’s POV
“Ryan, don’t be an asss.” I spoke through the microphone as I heard him cursing through my headphones. I pushed the buttons making the man run towards the other guy from the opposing team. Pulling my shotgun up, I aimed and shot the man a few times letting him drop to the ground.
 
“Well follow me! Then I’ll help.” He exclaimed.
 
I sighed and began moving my guy to follow Ryan.
 
“Get him! He’s over by my left.” I turned around and quickly shot the guy before he can even run or touch me. I boosted in confidence.
 
“Why am I so fuckking good at this game?” I asked Ryan and myself.
 
“Don’t be too cocky buddy, it’s me who’s making you this good.” He reassured me. I would go through these headphones to kick his asss if I could. If only I could.
 
“I became a little rusty since I can’t play this every day. Give me a break Ry.” I scrunched my nose up looking around for any other guys I could kill. Ryan and I always played Call of Duty together since we were 12. Now that I travel across the world and live in Georgia, the only times I’m able to play is through live and when my manager Scooter decides to give me short breaks.
 
“Guys, I’m baaaack.”
 
“Oh great.” I joked, hearing Chaz’s voice come through my ears.
 
“Where’d you even go?” Ryan asked confused.
 
“I had to go help my mom make this one dessert for my cousin’s birthday tomorrow.” He explained to us.
 
“Since when do you bake?” I asked with a crooked eyebrow.
 
“Since this girl in my culinary class said my cookies tasted like heaven in chocolate. It was the most amazing feeling…” He dramatically exhaled. “…and she gave me her number.”
 
“So now you’re into cooking because one girl digs it?” He asked.
 
“All chicks dig cooking, Ry. Keep up.” I smiled though both of them couldn’t really see me.
 
“I was born a professional cook man. I’m like a fuckking male version of Rachael Ray.” Chaz keened strongly.
 
“Don’t tell me this is another one of your hallucination skills…” Ryan sighed. “AH I just died!” He yelled as I watched his body drop to the floor. I slightly chuckled at the sight.
 
“Ha, ha.” I laughed in sarcasm towards Ryan. “And Chaz, I agree with Ry on this one. You thought you could be a life guard and one kid almost drowned if I wasn’t there to help him. Then there’s that time you were convinced mermaids were real. They’re not real.”
 
Ryan laughed loudly and hysterically through the microphone. “I can’t believe you guys!” He exclaimed at us making fun of him. “How could you say that mermaids aren’t real?” He asked us both. “Oh and by the way, guy behind you Justin.”
 
I turned the screen around quickly. I immediately died right as the guy shot me. I groaned. “Shitt.”
 
“We’re coming next week right man?” Ryan asked me.
 
“We have to Ry! I’ll make us this parfait that is amazing.” Chaz gushed.
 
“Obviously! Your tickets should be coming in the mail by tomorrow hopefully.” I informed, keeping my eyes against my TV screen. “And I’m excited to try this dessert Chazster.”
 
“Thanks Justy!” He said in a girly tone making me laugh with a roll in my eyes at my best friends.
 
“Justin! Selena’s here.” My mother called from upstairs.
 
“Hey guys, my girl’s here so I got to go.” I sighed through the microphone.
 
“Say hi to Selena for me.” Ryan insisted.
 
“Yeah tell her to tell Demi to follow me on twitter already.” Chaz said right after. I should have expected something about to Demi to come up somehow in the conversation.
 
“Alright. I’ll talk to you hoes later. Bye!” I signed off and turned my TV off right after getting of my lounge chair. It was this huge black leather expensive chair I had bought when I first moved in that I fell in love with. I literally, don’t let anybody sit on this chair. The only butt that could sit there is mine. I walked over by the stairs where Selena already came rushing down.
 
I watched her perfect body land right on the floor in front of me. “Hey baby, I was just going upstairs.”
 
“I know. I just wanted to talk down here.” She sighed walking past me giving me the cold shoulder. I didn’t even get a chance to give her a kiss or anything. I rubbed my neck nervously walking back over to the couches. She sat on the couch next to my chair knowing how important that chair was to me. I sat on my chair and watched her get comfortable on the seat.
 
I licked my lips. “Something wrong?” I asked with my eyebrows furrowed.
 
“Well Justin, we need to talk about this relationship.” She urgently spoke.
 
I knew where she was going with this just as she said those words. I brought my hand to my forehead frustrated by this girl. “What did I do…”
 
“Nothing! You’re a sweet guy and all… the longest relationship I’ve been in, but…I just don’t see this working out anymore.” She softly spoke.
 
“What? Is it because we haven’t had sex in a month? Is that why you’re breaking up with me?” I managed to hiss out finally getting angrier by the words she was saying.
 
“Justin, sh! Your mom is upstairs.” She put her finger on her lips trying to get me to shut up.
 
“I don’t care. All I care about is the real reason you’re ending this! I mean, did 2 years mean nothing to you Selena?” I inquired.
 
“They meant everything to me. I’m just losing feelings.”
 
“Losing feelings? How can you possibly lose feelings for someone you loved and someone who loved you every single day for the past two fuckking years!” I exclaimed now out of my seat. My blood was boiling and I couldn’t think straight of what was happening.
 
“Justin, stop swearing.” She almost whispered looking down.
 
“You know,” I stopped and reached into my pocket grabbing out the small box. “I was going to purpose to you tomorrow. I never believed in marriage and all that shitt. But with you, it was different. I wanted to marry you and—“
 
“I’m seeing someone else.” She managed to say out loud just as she saw the ring. Her eyes were now watering and I could tell she felt horrible about breaking my heart. “I’m sorry. I cheated on you. I have been for the past two months.”
 
I couldn’t even speak. My voice was no longer there. It had disappeared somewhere. She got up from my couch and she was crying shortly.
 
“I’m sorry.” She said before walking towards the stairs and walking up them before I heard the front door shutting after her.
 
I stayed in the same spot and I couldn’t bear to move a muscle. She cheated on me. I found myself fallen on my couch as I suddenly laughed with anger rushing through me. “She cheated on me.” I whispered to myself. I couldn’t even think of the thought of such a wonderful person can do the dirtiest thing to her boyfriend.
 
She completely broke my heart. I don’t think I’ve felt this torn since the night I sang Down to Earth in front of my father at my concert. I think she’s cracked my entire heart. I sat there, what felt like hours of sitting in the same position. I knew I shouldn’t cry but my eyes kept watering. I was going to purpose to her.
 
I’m only 18. What the hell was I thinking?
 
I didn’t even realize someone was in front of me. “Hey ugly,” I heard a female voice appear. I looked up suddenly realizing Jasmine was in front of me.
 
I didn’t answer. I stayed sitting on my chair and not wanting to speak or do anything.
 
“I see your playing the silent treatment with me. Well, I’ll have you know your mother told me you and Selena broke up. That’s why I rushed over here.” She sat on the couch beside me.
 
I sighed and just closed my eyes frustrated.
 
“Justin! Will you fuckking speak? Jesus. I didn’t come fifteen minutes away to have you being quiet the entire time.” Even though I wasn’t looking at her, I already knew she was pursing her lips and rolling her brown eyes at me. She tends to do that when she’s angry.
 
“What do you want Jasmine.” I said in a monotone.
 
“To go party…forget…you know?” She asked.
 
“I’m not in the mood to party. I’m too heartbroken.”
 
She got up and sat right on the side of my chair on her knees. “Jasmine Villegeas doesn’t take no for an answer. We’re going to a party and you’re going to have fun and you’re going to like it.” She got up beginning to pull on my arm.
 
“I thought you were with your boyfriend?” I mumbled out.
 
“He’s meeting us there. Don’t worry.” She smiled. Man, she already had all this planned out. I rolled my eyes and managed to drag my body off my chair and follow her behind.
 

Emma’s POV
“I hate my life…I hate this bed…I hate these walls…I hate this shirt…I hate that TV and my window and nature and the stupid baby birds and food and mirrors and this entire fuckking world!” I yelled letting the echo travel around the room.
 
“Okay…” Matt said trailing off awkwardly. “I can see we’re dealing with a breakup. But I can assure you, that things will only get worse if you hate on everything you see.”
 
“It’s not a fuckking breakup. I don’t fuckking believe in fuckking love. This isn’t high school you asss! I’m in college and the fuckking boys all suck more than the fuckking boys in high school. Fuckking fuckk!” Matt was used to me having rants over things. I was just pissed at the world to even care what I was saying at the moment.
 
“Randy was not worth it. That is why you need to calm down, and stop flipping out over everything.” He assured me. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the tissue box sticking my hand in there to grab another tissue. When I saw there weren’t any tissues left, I threw it across the room.
 
“THERE’S NO TISSUES. THERE’S NO FUCKKING TISSUES.” I got up from my bed, outraged. I opened my door and yelled loudly through the halls, “Mom there’s NO FREAKIN TISSUES!”
 
“Well go to the store and buy some!” She yelled back.
 
“How can I buy some when my heart is broken into tiny piece of shreds?” I suddenly began sobbing again as the tears leaked down my face. I walked back like a little kid crying as I sat back on my bed and used the closest thing to wipe my nose.
 
Matt groaned. “Ugh, that was the third shirt I’ve had to change in the past hour Emma. Really?” He got up and went to wear another shirt. I fell onto my bed sheet and cried more.
 
“He doesn’t love me! He said he will teach me to believe in love! But he didn’t….AHHHHH.” I sobbed.
 
“Okay, you know what. I can’t take this anymore!” Matt explained slapping his legs. “There’s this party about five minutes away. We’re going to go there and get drunk and live like there’s no tomorrow!”
 
“I can’t get drunk because Randy hated when I got drunk…” I cried again and sunk my face in my puillow.
 
“Randy isn’t your boyfriend anymore. You can get drunk now Emma! You can happily take shots with strangers now!” Matt reassured me grabbing onto my arms.
 
“I look like crap though.”
 
“Well take a shower and then I’ll just clean you up and make you fancy.” He smiled.
 
I wiped my eyes. “Is this so you can go hook up with some gay guy?”
 
“No! Of course not. I’m trying to hook you up, love. I’m more worried about you.” He poked my nose and I lightly smirked before I quickly frowned again not giving him the accomplishment of making me smile.
 
He’s still an assshole. Just like the rest of the fuckking guys on this earth…
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My heart was rapidly beating out of my chest as he was driving. I was panicking inside and I haven’t even had the effort to actually even speak about any of that. Soon enough, I opened my mouth and decided to finally ask what had happened. “What the hell happened back there?” My voice was shaky.
 
He shook his head not knowing. “I don’t know, but I’m going to find out who that was.” I could tell he was nervous by the way he was chewing on his nails. I noticed he does that when he’s nervous.
 
I nodded. My body was shaking and I was absolutely terrified. Does this mean I can’t even go anywhere anymore? Or walk outside? Someone was after Justin, meaning they were also after me. I was a part of Justin now and because of that I have deal with the package he brings along with him.
 
“Are you ok?” He asked. He probably saw the terrified look on my face. I glanced at him as he was looking forward since he was driving.
 
I shook my head honestly. “No. We almost died Justin!” I exclaimed.
 
“We didn’t almost die. And you will never almost die Lyra. Not when you’re with me. I’ll take care of this. Okay?” He looked at me and away from the front. I nodded somehow feeling a little better.
 
He put his hand in the middle of between us and I smiled softly holding his hand. His grip was tight but I didn’t mind. He tends to do this to comfort me and that’s one of the things I love about him. One of the millions of things…
 
He parked in the driveway of the house. Justin, Braydon, Alex and I moved back to Florida from Australia. Justin hated the owner of the house and so we had to move back a few months ago. Him and Alex bought a house. Not too big, but it’s not small either. I never ask how the hell they get the money. Justin always answers with a “I don’t talk about my job with my girl” or a “I get you everything you want, why should knowing this matter baby?” So, I came to a point where I wouldn’t ask at all.
 
After all, he never asks about my past life. He has, but I told him I didn’t want to speak of it so he let it go. That’s how Justin was. He respected me when I didn’t want to talk about certain things with him. I told him already that I’ll tell him when I’m brave enough too and he let it go. He said a simple “It’s not going to make me love you any less.”
 
It’s weird how he could be so controlling and a douche but when it comes down to our relationship, he was the sweetest guy ever. Sometimes it’s a pain in the ass when he has his bipolar moments but rather than that, he’s the precious boyfriend I’ve always wanted.
 
“Don’t tell Alex.” Justin warned me before getting out of the car. Why would he not want me to tell Alex that we almost got killed?
 
I felt as if he sometimes never wants his brother to know about certain things. He’s always hiding crap from him and it makes me wonder if he does the same with me. I shook the thoughts and got out the car also. I walked across the driveway and Justin opened the door and walked in with me following closely behind.
 
I jumped on the couch and laid there for the rest of my life. No, seriously though. I’m so frustrated by all of this that I don’t even want to get up and do anything.
 
“Is Alex and Braydon not home?” I asked him as I watched him appear at the door.
 
He shook his head. “Braydon went to a friend’s house and Alex is just gone.”
 
He walked towards me and grabbed the remote. Pulling my feet up for a quick second, he sat on the other side of the couch with my legs over his lap. “Turn on That 70’s Show!”
 
“Nope, we’re watching Criminal Minds.” He smirked.
 
“Justin! What the hell, watching Ashton Kutcher is 10x better than watching people investigate on killers.”
 
“I suppose… I mean watching Mila Kunis does seem better.” He switched the channel to MTV where that 70’s show was playing.
 
I smiled with accomplishment as I watched it with him. He began massaging my feet like he always did. Honestly, if you want someone to give you a massage I would recommend my boyfriend considering he’s the best massager in the entire world.
 
“She’s so hot. I’d totally bang her.” He began to say. I gave him a glare, yet he didn’t look at me once or hesitate while he watched closely at the TV. “Mmm. Jesus, Mila Kunis get in my—“
 
“Okay, okay! Switch the channel to Criminal Minds.” I gave up knowing he’s going to do this the entire show.
 
“Why am I so good at life?” He asked himself as he switched the channel with happiness all over him.
 
“You’re not. You suck at life.” I smirked narrowing my eyes at him. He looked over at me and stopped massaging my feet.
 
“You can massage your own feet then…”
 
“Justin! I was kidding.” I laughed sitting up to meet his face. I put my hands around his angry face as I pecked his cheek then his lips forcefully.
 
Angrily, he didn’t kiss back. I crinkled my nose trying to figure out how to get him to stop being so mad. I suddenly attacked his stomach tickling him although it was hard since he had so much muscle there.
 
“You’re not ticklish are you?” I asked him noticing that he wasn’t laughing at all.
 
“Oh, is that what you were trying to do?” He asked me as he turned to me busting out a smirk.
 
“See, I knew you weren’t mad. Now keep massaging.” I kissed his cheek again as I laid back. He rolled his eyes and began massaging as he watched his stupid show. Just kidding, I loved this show I just felt more like watching Ashton Kutcher for a half hour.
 
My eyes slowly began closing feeling too comfortable at the moment. Soon enough, I fell asleep.
 

“Lyra! Lyra! Wake up.” I heard his voice as he shook my body. I slightly began opening my eyes feeling a little too hot. I was sweating. I saw his face as he began lifting me up from the couch I fell asleep on.
 
“Justin, what’s going on?” I asked groggily. I began looking around suddenly realizing what was going on. There was fire, all around the living room. Suddenly, I began getting terrified out of my mind.
 
“It’s okay. Nothing is going to happen.”
 
“Justin there’s fire everywhere.” I then realized we were upstairs and he was trying to get through the hallways. “Let me go, I’ll walk myself.”
 
“You broke your leg Lyra, you can’t walk.” He told me confused.
 
Broke my leg? I looked down and saw that my leg was in fact sore with bruises all around it. My mouth slightly dropped at the sight as I left my arms around his neck with him carrying me bridal style.
 
“You’re shaking.” He observed as he stopped when we reached the staircase. Flames were all over.
 
“I’m scared.” I admitted.
 
“Baby, don’t worry. We’ll get out of here.” Why was he so calm? Something isn’t right about this. I watched as we began running down the stairs.
 
He ran down the stairs as tears began shedding down my cheek. “Who did this?”
 
He stayed silent. He didn’t speak a word about who had started the fire. He was too caught up on getting out. The walls began tearing apart as the wood was cracking open and falling in front of us. He jumped a little.
 
“Justin, who did this?” I asked him again.
 
Suddenly, I heard something loud making me scream. He fell onto the floor with blood pouring out of his lips.
 
“JUSTIN!” I screamed in tears just as I realized he was now passed out on the floor with a bullet through his chest. I fell quickly my leg hurting but my chest hurting more. I began shaking him. “No…don’t die please.” I cried shaking him but slowly his eyes began to close and I could no longer see his brown orbs.
 
I looked up seeing a guy and shade over his face. I couldn’t see it perfectly as the tears ran down my cheeks.
 
“What have you done!” I yelled.
 
“Oh Lyra, he saw this coming for him. Now it’s your turn.” He calmly brought the gun up.
 
“No!” I screamed. “Wake up, please wake up!” I screamed shaking him. “Baby wake up…wake up…”
 
“Wake up…baby stop wake up.” I heard the sound of Justin suddenly as my eyes suddenly fluttered open. I looked up meeting his brown orbs. Suddenly, a rush of relief went through me as I hugged him tightly around the neck. “You’re crying, what’s the matter?” He asked.
 
“I…I…” I couldn’t even speak due to the sobs. I looked down quickly checking my leg. I moved it around to see that it was perfectly fine. “You’re fine.” I said looking at him.
 
“Yes, I’m fine.” He smiled. “You were having a nightmare.” He wrapped his arms around me embracing me tightly.
 
“How do you kn-now?” I asked, my voice shaking as I spoke.
 
“You were screaming and crying, baby. I’ve been trying to wake you up for the last five minutes.” He looked worried and I could tell from his voice that he was. He held me in the embrace as I kept crying. I couldn’t even stop.
 
“I-I’m sc-cared. You, you, y-you d-died. In my dream..” I was stammering on my words as the sobs kept escaping my lips.
 
“Lyra,” he shook me. “It was just a dream don’t worry. I’m not going to die.” He looked at me seriously as I tried to stare back. I quickly wiped my eyes and calmed down a little. “Okay? You’ll be fine.”
 
I nodded still sniffling.
 
“Do you want some water?” He asked, concerned.
 
I nodded again. He got up from the couch and walked out of the room. I watched him leave sighing from how I was still terrified. Something was different about that dream, it seemed so real. I shook my head away from the thoughts that I kept thinking about.
 
It was dark outside and I knew I’ve been sleeping for a long time. “Here.” I looked up seeing the glass of water in his hand. I nodded and took it sipping slowly.
 
“You want to talk about it?” He asked me.
 
I shook my head. “No. It was just a dream. Don’t worry about it.” I got up from the couch and kissed his cheek before exiting the room.
 
Justin’s POV
“No. It was just a dream. Don’t worry about it.” She reassured me as she kissed my cheek softly. She walked out of the room and I watched her into doing so.
 
I grabbed my phone and dialed the number in quickly. “Alex,” I said just as I heard the hello come from the other line. “I think I know who it was today.”
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