Thread: Under The Mistletoe

APRIL'S POV
I smile. She probably wants to hang out or something. I read the text and instantly my eyes bug out. I become tense and ,y knees begin to shake and I feel like throwing up!

"What is it, Apes?" Ryan asked me. his voice dripping with concern almost immediately. But I'm speechless. Dead. I can't believe anything that she just told me. I shake my head furiously. I just have to read it again.

JUSTIN. ME. CARCRASH. SEMITRUCK.
JUSTIN------> DEAD?!?! HELP!!!!!!! TELL RYAN!!!

It's true. I collapse on Ryan and sob hard. Ryan takes the phone away from my hand and as soon as he finshes reading it, the phone falls on the ground. He's pale white, all the olor drained from his face. He doesn't say a word. Doesn't cry a tear. He's paralyzed. Then suddenly, he quickly the keys off the table with one hand and with the other hand lifts me up. He doesn't grab his coat. He doens't grab anything but his shoes. And then out we go to his car.


By the time we"ve made it to the scene of the accident, Ryan is still pale white as a ghost.
The only words that have come out of his moth are: DEAD? DEAD? NO. NO!

And I can't help but wonder: Is he really?

Is Justin Drew Bieber, Teen Sensation Extraordinaire, The boy who i've only really known for about 6 months now, really DEAD?


RYAN'S POV
It's all a blur to me. the scond, April shows me the text, i practically faint. No. Justin can't be dead. This all a joke. But I read again. and again, and the truth hits me. Right in the face. I drop her phone on the ground and like a robot i grab my keys. This cannot be happening. Please tell me this all a dream!

EMILINANA'S POV

I haven't cried. Not a singe tear. I tell myself over and over again that he isn't dead. He's just hurt. But he'll be better. But the more I tell myself this, the less I believe it.

We're at the hospital now. They treated me for my cuts and bruises. they checked if I had a concussion. I did not. They clean all my wounds. and set me on my way. I ask if I can see Justin. But they say I can only see him through a window, because he's in such a critical condition.
Suddenly, everything begins to hurt. And I realize, I owe Justin Everything.
He saved me, and for that I will eternally be in debt.

OMGOSH!!!!!! Please let him be okay!!!! Gahhh!

LAWD, don't DIE ON ME BOY!!!

EMILIANA'S POV
They lead me the window. And for the first time since the accident, I get to get a good look at him. And instantly, i don't want to see anymore. It hurts so bad.

NONE of this would have happened.
If it weren't for me.

If he weren't trying to save me, he might still be okay. I don't deserve to be well, with just a few bandages and cuts.

Justin is badly hurt. He has a cast on one leg, and on his wrists. And all the way up his arms, are cuts, bruises, welts, deep gashes. And then of course I see his face. The cut that might very well become a scar.
his right eye is black and his lip is busted.
oh I just can't take anymore of this.
I just can't. i slip down the wall and roll up into a ball. I just sit there and cry my heart out.
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It's been 2 hours and I haven't moved an inch.
Ryan and April came and down with me, both looking so pale, and afraind, that my own breath caught in my throat again.
Pattie came too. She sat and cried, not even able to say 1 word. She just continues to crie and cry until finally she gets and hugs me then walks away.

My mom came and my dad came. And finally Angelique came.

her eyes were puffy from crying and tears will still come down and strreaming her heart shaped face. She sat down next to me with a thunk and grabbed me tight. I just cried and cried in her arms and not once did we let go.
Right then I was reminded of the time when I first heard Justin's voice.
That day I cried, just as hard for him.

But the tears were of joy happyness and of love.


My mind traveled to the very beginning to that one day when I went with Ang to the mall for Christmas shopping. The day, somewhere far off, was Justin, wishing and begging that he could find me. find us.
Then to all that we've ever been through together to finally the kiss under the mistletoe.
To Christmas, to Love to Valentine's Day, and now to all of this,
Just hours befored we were dancing in sunflowers, and i got stung by a bee. Just hours ago, he picked me and held me close. And he had also saved me. It seemed to me, that he was always saving me. Always getting me out of situations.

But I hadn't the slightest clue he would pay for it.
And of Course, I was guilty. I didn't know what would happen now. Becuase instead of me being hurt and him caring for me, it was the other way around. But I didn't even know if he would stay alive.

EMILIANA'S POV

It's past 10:30.
And I'm still sitting there. I'm tired. I'm scared, and the whole world keeps spinning. the doctors spill out a dangerous truth. Justin Bieber is in a coma. It's the worst news ever next to death. But I am greatful he isn't.
But of course being in coma, is just as bad.

Pattie tells me I should go and get some rest, but I can;t sleep. If I even close my eyes for a second, all I see is the accident all oever again.

Pattie comes by again and helps me up. She says it's better to go and rest now.
At first I argue, but give up quickly. I'm just to week to keep fighting.

Pattie helps me to the waiting room. There is Ryan, April, Angelique, all of their families, Justin's dad, and my parents. Instantly I'm too tired for it all. They set me up on one of those Lay-Z Boys, and quite quickly I fall asleep. But the whole night, I have nigtmares, the accident replays over and over in my head like a horror movie. But in my dreams, it all becomes twisted, ending in different surges of fate.
In one I die, in the other we both die, in one he dies, in the other we're both left for dead wounded and in a coma. Amd each time I wake up in a cold sweat, screaming and crying only wanting it to all be over. Angelique is constantly by my side. The face of "I'm here, its okay." is constantly facing me. All I really want to do is sleep without all of these pictures in my head that cause me to move through hours on end of rememberance to my little horror scene. Finally at about 6:30 AM I manage to fall asleep. In a dreamless, and dark state.

PATTIE'S POV
My son my son! It's so hard to even be here right now. My only child. the only thing I have left.

Ohh my goodness!!! Gahh this is so sad.

I'M BAAAAAAACK(;
haaaaylo guys!! So sorry i havent written in a while... I have 2 excuses.. lol
#1. SCHOOL. (ugh.)
#2. I had a sweet sixten.. haha
but GOOD news: Sweet sixten is over.. and school is almost over toooO!!!! (: So I am going to write an update and be on more. mmmkaay? Also I will update some other stories.. and maybe even create a new one! I'm that inspired.. lol welll here we go, beliebers and fans(; You guys ready? I AM! hehe #LEGGGO!

PATTIE'S POV

The doctors call me up so I can come and see him.
to be honest I am very nervous. I am going to see him, like a lifeless vegetable and I know I will cry so hard I will not be even able to stay for the whole time.

The doctors tell me i have to wear a lab coat with masks and coverings from head to toe. I put them on and then they tell me I only have 15 minutes.
I gulp some air in and walk inside the room where my son is held, lifeless, in a state of coma.

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I will admit, I am not brave. I am not the brave mother, or the super mother, or even the mother who will not break down. I seem to have everything under control. I seem to handle it all well. But in fact, something inside tears me to pieces. My son, he is out there everyday, chasing his dreams. Living it up.
Sure, I am very happy and pleased that he has gotten so far. But I am also afraid of so many things.
Like that he'll forget where he came from. That he'll forget about God. That he'll be conceited. That he will change for the worse.
But most importantly, i am afraid he will get hurt. I am afraid he will fracture his heart and I will not be able to place the pieces back together. That I will not be able to help him.

But now most importantly, at this moment, i am afraid, so afraid that he will not make it. that he will- will.... die.

The second i walk into the room, I instantly want to run out.

It is terrible what I see.

His face covered in cuts and some blood. His arm and his leg is wrapped in casts. The doctors say his ribs are all bruised and he has brken several bones. He is there so lifeless, so pale, That I almost scream out.

Only a few screams escape from me, but I manage to keep it in.

They say he won't make it. the say that he will not even live on to see 1 week from now.

OH JUSTIN!! NO!

I wrap my hand over his frail one, and cry.
"Oh, Justin," I say. "Please do not leave me. You are all that I have left, and I cannot bear to lose you!"

I weep and talk for the 15 minutes I have, until they tell me I must go.

And then I get up and run away and hide, praying that my son shall be healed.

Ohhh nooo

This one is for my top reader, April! Duuuuhhhhnuuuuhn. lol Hope you like it, April.:P
Everbody else too! ♥

April's POV

Everything is moving at such a fast pace. It's all a blur right in front of me. One second, i'm on hte couch, loving that I got a boy who cares about me. the next second, I'm in tears, because the boy who started it all, is so close to death.
He is at it's feet, about to encounter it..
I cannot bear it.

The look on Emiliana's face, her big puffy eyes. It scares me.
She looks so frail so scared. And I am afraid to loose her.

I am walking along the halls, silently, the only sound heard is the sound of my sneakers rubbing against the floor. Everyone is sleep. Even Ryan! But not me.

Suddenly, Justin's mom, comes out of a room. She's crying furiously! Running past me, at top speeed.

I call out to her. But she doesn't stop. I shout a little louder, but she keeps on running. And something tellls me, something is not right.

I walk up to the doctor, and ask him.

"Dr. is.. is.. Justin....
What happened?" I said in a very low soft voice, tears already slipping from the corners of my eyes.

He looks at me for a good long time, then takes in a breath.

"Justin, is losing conciousness...
He just may not survive. We don't know how much more we can do for him...
I'm sorry. Are you his sister or something?"

"No. I'm his friend." I say in whisper.

He nods his head, then lays a hand on my shoulder.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

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