Thread: Paper Bags and Plastic Hearts;

Paper Bags and Plastic hearts,
All our belongings in shopping carts,
It's goodbye; but we got one more night.

Okay, before I put the intro up I want to give everyone a sort of warning. This story involves cutting, and mentioning of a suicide. If you get sick of the mentioning of blood, please don't read this. Also, I posted this on justinbieberfanfiction.com so if you see it there, that's why. Thank you.
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Chapter 1: Be sure that the thing your living for; is worth dying for.

Vanessa;
I stared intently at the glistening metallic surface of the blade. I watched as it pressed into my skin, and dragged across. A small red line of blood followed my tracing. I watched it flow, and right before I closed my eyes, a single tear flowed down my cheek.

That is the scenario you might see or read about in a magazine, or a movie about cutting. That is also the scene you would see if you looked into my bedroom at night. It's been four years, and I still cut. Some days I can go by with just one or two cuts, and some days I just cannot stop. I'm Vanessa Mary Lynne Sydney, and I am a cutter. Not that I would ever say those words out loud. Not again. Not after what happened.

A warm summer day. July 14th, 2009. The day my life finally fell apart. I had been dating Kyle for a year and a half, and I needed to tell him. Explain why I always wore long-sleeved shirts, and explain the scar he had only seen once. At the time I had made some excuse about my dog scratching me. I looked up from my seat on the grassy field. Kyle sat down, "What's wrong Babe? I got your message, it sounded bad.." He trailed off searching for my eyes. I forced myself to meet his worried look and slowly raised my sleeve. "This is the truth, Kyle. You need to know." I whispered, barely audible. His eyes didn't leave mine for a moment, then he slowly moved them down to the battlefield of skin. He said something underneath his breath. "What?" I asked, still whispering. "I said your a bloody freak. What the hell is wrong with you?" He said, getting up. My whole body started trembling and I yanked down the sleeve, concealing the scarlet markings. "We're done. You need help, Vanessa. You really do." He spat, and turned on his heel. I watched as he, and my hope walked away. I sat in the field for hours after. He never did tell anybody about that day, and he moved shortly after.

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Justin;
"We're just going to have to stay here for a few weeks." My mom, Pattie said as we walked away from the airport. "Mom. Christmas is in a few weeks. I don't want to spend it in a town filled with people I don't know." I argued, pulling my hat down a little more. A girl, holding her Mother's hand stopped walking, and looked at me. I started walking a little faster. "Well, I am sorry Justin but we're staying here until your attitude changes. You may be Justin Bieber, but that doesn't make you better than anyone else. Chaz and Ryan might be able to fly down, in a week after school is out." She slid into the drivers seat of the rented car, and I went over to the passengers side, still sulking. It wasn't fair. I was told the plane was taking me to the huge Party in LA. Instead, I was stuck in Willowfield, Massachusetts. National middle of nowhere. I just had one question. "How many weeks are we gonna be stuck here, exactly?" I asked. "That depends on you.If your attitude takes a direct change, two or three weeks. Could be longer." She said, sliding some sunglasses on, and backing out. I turned to her, my mouth open in protest. "Don't even, Justin. It's final. We're staying here." She said firmly. I turned away, and glanced out the window, looking at the high school. It was a small building, maybe 300 people could fit in it. The bell must have just rang, because people came flooding out. My Mom paused at a stopsign, and I watched more intently. Most people were in big groups, maybe ten people. A smaller group was gathered under an oak tree, three girls. I took off my sunglasses and squinted, trying to get a better look. The girl in the middle hugged the two other girls, then took off towards the street. Our car started moving again, towards the girl. I waited patiently till we were right behind her. She looked behind her, at us before crossing the street. She was gorgeous. Long dark brown hair, and the clearest blue eyes I had ever seen. Well, if anything I could get some action in.

I mean really, I'm Justin Bieber. What girl isn't falling all over me?

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Chapter 2: Baby, you're a firework.

Justin;
I was walking in the crisp fall air, trying to get away from my nagging Mother when I saw her for a second time. That girl, the one with the brown hair and blue eyes. After a quick hair flip, I put my sunglasses and hat back on and walked up to her. She was sitting alone on the swings of a small park, eyes closed. "Hey." I said, "The names Justin." She slowly opened her eyes, and looked at me. "Uh, hi. I'm Vanessa. Are you new?" She looked me up and down, and I sat on the swing beside her. "Yeah, something like that. Hot girl like you, not out with a boyfriend?" I asked, biting my lower lip. Vanessa paused, then answered, "Don't have one to go out with." She replied, standing up. I stood, and walked up to her, our faces inches apart. "So noones gonna hit me if I do this.." I trailed off, leaning in. Vanessa pulled away. What was up with this girl? "What the hell? I don't even know you, Kid." She said, grabbing her bag. I rolled my eyes, and pulled off the sunglasses and hat. She looked at me with wide eyes. I smiled, and leaned back in only to be met with her once again backing away. "Are you deaf? I said I don't know you." "I'm Justin Bieber, everyone knows me," I exclaimed, flipping my hair for good measure. "So, you think just because your Justin Bieber you can just do whatever you want? A little c.ocky, aren't you? Why are you even here?" She asked, glaring at me. I sighed, "Scooter and my Mom think I have attitude problems." I replied, rolling my eyes. "Yeah. I can see why. But I gotta go." She mumbled, and I grabbed her arm. Now I admit, it probably wasn't the best thing to do but still. Was she just nervous about getting a chance to play house with JBiebz? "Excuse me?" Vanessa asked, looking at my arm. "Why do you think I would even want to kiss you? I don't care who you are but your Mom's right. You do have an attitude problem if you think you can just get anything you want because your Justin Bieber. Now let go of me." Vanessa said, viciously pulling her arm away. "Excuse me? Who do you think you are talking to me, a celebrity, like that?" I said, raising my voice. She turned around, looking me right in the eye "Who do I think I am? Who do you think you are! Do you treat everybody like your better then them, even your friends? Or do you have to pay your friends, because your real ones weren't good enough for you?" She yelled right back, then turned on her heel and stormed off. I just stood there, stunned and letting her words sink in. I walked back to the hotel, and after I couple of hours I pulled my phone out and texted Ryan.

Justin: hey, can i ask you something?
Ryan: yeah. whats up?
Justin: do you think ive changed?

There was a long pause, and I thought he'd never answer.

Ryan: honestly? yeah. more then you know. whenever your with me and chaz and other celebs you completely ignore us. your just not the same.

I think I knew what his answer was going to be, even before I got it.

Justin: man im sorry. but i need your help. theres this girl.
Ryan: there always is one.

I grinned. Ryan knew me to well.

Vanessa;
"Ohemgee! You almost kissed Justin Bieber?!" My best friend, Jess shrieked from her place on my bed. She was reading a magazine, and I had just told her all about my encounter with the Biebz, two days ago. "Hello? Did you miss the part about how rude he was?" I asked, rolling my eyes. "Uh, yeah but still! You haven't even kissed a guy since Kyle!" I flinched at the name. Jess's voice grew softer, "I'm sorry Ness. I just can't believe it!" She smiled softly. "Yeah. Me neither. It was just so weird though. He was so differant then on tv. All nice and sweet.." I sighed, and stood. "I'm going to get dressed. Let's do something fun." I said, walking over to my closet. I grabbed my outfit choice, a leopard print racer back tank, black comfy leather jacket, a par of dark slightly destroyed skinny jeans, and some red flats. After quickly changing, I curled my hair and did my makeup. Still, after all that I couldn't get Kyle off my mind. Not now that Jess had brought him up. "Um, Jess?" I asked, leaning against the door. "Yeah Hun?" She said, looking up. "I'm just gonna go to the bathroom, I'll be right back." I said, looking away. "Thanks for the info?" She said, slightly smiling. I laughed and walked into the bathroom closing and locking the door. I immediatly slid down the door tears streaming down my face. I took off the leather jacket, it felt to stuffy. I reached for the razor blade and paused. No, Vanessa. You're stronger then this. Stronger then him. Forget Kyle. A small voice in my head pleaded. I couldn't help it, I brought the blade to the soft skin of my wrist, and cut. I let the razor fall and closed my eyes, spots of red dancing before my eyes. After a while I heard a knock on the front door. I reluctantly grabbed a facecloth and applied as much pressure as I could over the bleeding, and fixed my makeup. I gave up, and just slid the leather jacket over my wrist. Biting my lip, I hurried to the door. I slowly opened it, not sure who would be there. It was some teenager. I didn't recognize him. I leaned against the doorway. "Um, Hello?" I said, raising an eyebrow. "Hey. My car broke down, can my friend and I come in?" He asked, smiling. I nodded, biting my lip. "I'm Vanessa." I said, smiling, "My friend Jess is upstairs." "Oh. I'm Ryan, and Justin's just coming in now. You've already met him." Ryan said, darting upstairs. Yeah, that boy better run. I saw Justin coming up the steps, and he smiled at me. "Can I come in?" He asked softly. I contemplated slamming the door in his face, and joining everyone else upstairs. But I couldn't. Not if it was true about there car breaking down. I nodded slightly, trying not to roll my eyes. Flashing a smile, he threw the luggage in. "Um, you're only staying till you can get a mechanic, right? Couple of hours?" I asked, eyeing the bags. He smiled and shook his head. "Our car didn't break down, Nessa. This is the only way you'd have let me apologize, if you're stuck with me 24/7." I opened my mouth slightly. "Go home, Bieber." I said, opening the door. He shook his head. "Not until you accept my apology." He took a step closer. I took a step towards him, as well as I slammed the door shut. "You never apologized." "I'm sorry, okay? I don't know.. I guess being famous has changed me. Having the best of everything, and having whatever, whenever I want it." He said, not meeting my eyes. There was a long pause, and he looked into my eyes. No, not into them, it was like he could see through them. "Why do you even care what I say? Why do you even want to apologize to me?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. "Your the first girl I've tried to kiss, who didn't immediatly jump on me once they knew I was Justin Bieber: Popstar. Your the first girl who didn't see Justin Bieber, they saw me. Who isn't all that great, apparently. So what do you say? Gonna forgive me?" He asked, forcing a small smile at the end. "If I forgive you, it doesn't mean that I want to makeout with you, cause I don't. You can stay here until whenever, but we're gonna need a good story for when my parents come home." He grinned. "What time do they come home at?" I shook my head, "The 23rd." It was the 12th. "Thirteen days to come up with an excuse, no problem." He said, smiling. I smiled back, almost effortlessly. Suddenly his expression changed, "Oh my god, Nessa!" He s exclaimed. "What?!" I said, jumping back. "Your bleeding!" He said, looing at the small trickle of blood that formed a line on my hand. He grabbed my arm, and went to move my sleeve. Oh c.rap, Oh c.rap. "No!" I suddenly yelled. He looked at me, confused. I ran to the bathroom, and locked the door. Oh sh.it. How was I supposed to explain this? I heard him walk up to the bathroom door. Fuuuuuck. I ran the cold water, and let it rain over the blood, removing all evidence. After making sure that the blood had stopped coming out of the cut, I slowly opened the door, to see Justin standing beside it. "You okay?" He asked, "You seemed awfully scared.." He said, a crease slowly forming between his brows. "Um, yeah. I'm just, uh, you know, um, scared of, uh, blood. Yeah." I said, knowing I sounded like a three year old trying to form a sentence. "Here, I'll, uh, give you and Ryan a tour of the house." I said grabbing his hand. Electricity flew up my arm. I pushed away the feeling, and walked intomy bedroom. "Ryan?" I asked, and he looked up. "Come. I'm giving you guys a tour."

Chapter 2: Continued

After the house tour was done, and Jess and I had set up the guest room for the guys Jess and Ryan went for a walk. Justin and I were sitting on the couch, looking out the window at them leaving. Ryan cautiously grabbed Jess's hand, and I smiled. "So, what do you want to do Mr. Bieber?" I asked, hopping up. "Well, Sir Nessa. Let's have a look at your music." I pranced over to the iPod dock, and sat down. He sat down beside me, and stole my iPod. I pouted, and he chose a song. After carefully placing it in the dock, he turned the music on. His own song, Up started playing. I rolled my eyes, "Someone's c.ocky." I sang out, standing up. He smiled slightly. "Sir Nessa. May I have this dance?" He grinned, and bowed. I curtsied. "Why yes, Mr. Bieber." I placed my arms on his shoulders. He shook his head and grabbed them, moving them around his neck. I slightly blushed, and he grinned. We slowly started to dance, a bit awkwardly at first. "So about your arm bleeding earlier." He started, and I sighed. He'd brought it up a couple of other times, but I had always changed the subject. "What?" I asked. "How did you cut it? I mean, you were wearing a leather jacket. Theres not many ways to cut your wrist, anyway." He said, looking into my eyes. It was like he knew. "I don't know, accident I guess.." I mumbled, pressing my cheek into the soft cotton of his shirt. He sighed and held me tighter. "Thats where I think you're lying. Tell me, how could you have cut your wrist deep enough to make it bleed as much as it was, and not have any idea as to how you cut it?" He asked into my hair. I held my breath. This was was the moment. I could either tell him, or lie like I did to everybody else. I took a deep breath, "Well.." I started.

Baby we were underground, we're on the surface now.
We're gonna make it girl, I promise.
If you believe in love, and you believe in us,
Then baby we can't go nowhere but up.

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Awweh! (: I'll update either tonight, or tomorrow. All nighter tonight for mee. I still can't decide exactly which direction I wanna take with this. I kinda have two differant chapter 3's planned out. Now I just have to choose, and write it.

Originally Posted by NeverLetGoOfLovee

Awweh! (: I'll update either tonight, or tomorrow. All nighter tonight for mee. I still can't decide exactly which direction I wanna take with this. I kinda have two differant chapter 3's planned out. Now I just have to choose, and write it.

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Sorry it took so long, I had a difficult time taking direction in this chapter. It's short, but there should be more either later today, or on the 25th. (:
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Chapter 3: Hot & Dangerous.

Vanessa;
As soon as I spoke that one word, he held me at arms length, and looked into my eyes. I didn't even know him, but there was something about him.. something indescribable. I opened my mouth, and began to pour everything out, "I-" I started, but got cut off by the door swinging open. Justin dropped his arms, and we both turned. It was Ryan and Jess. "Your parents are, like, four blocks away." Jess said, eyes flickering between us. "What?!" I asked. If my parents came home and there were two guys here, and we didn'd have an excuse they'd kill me. "What are we gonna do??" I panicked, pushing Justin toward the stairs. "Ness.. we're kidding." She said slowly. I stopped and turned. "You would, Jess. Do you have any idea how screwed I would have been?" I sighed, and walked over to the couch. "Sorry, we were just kidding.." "I know, I know. But jeeze. Aren't your parents gonna wonder where you are, Justin?" I asked, looking at him. I couldn't tell if he was going to bring up our conversation from just a few minutes ago, or not. What was I thinking, anyway? I can't just go around telling people about it. "Yeah, my Moms glad I'm making normal friends, and Ryan's staying with me." He said, with almost no emotion. "Doesn't she care that you're staying with two girls?" I asked, "No.. she trusts me." He replied, winking. I bit my tongue, "I'm gonna go have a shower." I said, and trotted up the stairs. I couldn't believe I had almost spilled my secret. I was being stupid. Come on Vanessa, get your priorities straight. I grabbed some pajamas and walked into the bathroom. It was so routine, that I barely noticed my hand reaching out, and grabbing the razor blade once again.

Justin;
After Nessa went and had a shower she came back down wearing a huge hoodie, although the house was really warm. There was something about her that intrigued me. Instead of sitting next to me, like most girls would have done she sat down, crosslegged on the floor. I smiled softly to myself. I watched as she smiled at something in the movie, and brushed her hair out of her face. I still wanted to know what she did to her wrist, though.. I just couldn't figure it out, how she managed to cut it. The more I thought about it, the more it frustrated me. "I'm going to bed." I finally announced, looking straight at Nessa. She looked up and slowly nodded, but not meeting my eyes. Sighing, I went into the small guest room. My iPhone was flashing, so I grabbed it. One message from Chaz.

From: Chaz
so i hear u guys are hanging with some girls..when do i get to come?

I tossed my phone back onto the floor, and crawled into the warm bed, thoughts of Nessa still on my mind. What was with me? Some girl I barely know makes a comment, and all ofa sudden I'm living in her house, and freaking out over a little bit of blood? Maybe I should just ignore it. It's not like it was a huge thing anyway. She could have just broken a mirror? Or got scratched by a cat? Or any other thing and just put the jacket over top, because she, like she had said, was afraid of blood. Yeah, that had to be it.

But if I was so sure, why did I go to bed with an uneasy feeling in my stomach?