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Camila
One month later
When school started I had a new distraction. My first day was fun and went better than I expected. I was finding myself going out more and although things seemed to be better over these last two months I would still think about Justin all the time. I wanted to know how he was doing but it was too late now, he would probably hate me for leaving.
Sometimes I would be walking around the mall and out of the corner of my eyes I would see someone with dirty blonde hair and think it was him—but it never was.
I sat on the the balcony of my apartment correcting my students' math problems as I sipped on a smoothie.
Just remembering what I did made me feel empty and dead inside. I didn't even go back to check on him. What kind of person does that?
I moved onto a new paper and graded it before resting my eyes by closing them.
Pattie
We had just finished eating dinner when Justin told me he would get his pajamas ready for after he took a bath. I heard the water go on and didn't think much of it, he was just helping me out by filling the tub up.
I usually scrubbed all the dishes down before rinsing them off and then drying them. As scrubbed the last plate I heard a loud noise, like something falling to the floor.
"Justin?" I called out.
After not hearing a response I rushed over to the bathroom and found him laying on the floor unconscious.
"Oh my god!" I yelled as I knelt down next to him trying to wake him up. I noticed he was wet and his head was starting to bleed. He must have slipped and hit his head on the corner of the counter. I quickly dialed for an ambulance as I grabbed a towel to cover him up.
The ambulance came and soon enough we were on our way to the hospital. Justin was still unconscious as they pushed him into a room while telling me I had to wait outside. I waited and waited for what felt like an eternity until a doctor came to explain to me what was going on.
"Justin's fine, we stitched him up, ran some tests and everything was clear. The sudden impact is what made him fall unconscious but he should wake up sooner than later. Would you like to see him?"
"Yes please," I said.
The doctor led me to Justin's room and I walked up to the bed taking a hold of his hand as I sat down.
I must have waited an hour before Justin moved and groaned as he opened his eyes. He squeezed my hand tightly before beginning to say something, "C-cam...C-c-cami..."
He suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked over at me.
"H-h-h-hur-hurts," he stammered.
"I know baby, it hurts but it'll get better," I said, "Now why on earth would you try to climb in the tub alone?"
He shrugged as he looked away, quickly closing his eyes.
"Justin you know better than that, you could have caused more damage," I scolded him.
He looked over at me and then closed his eyes again.
"Don't ever and I repeat ever do that again! What's gotten into you? First you try leaving now you try getting into the bathtub alone... Please just settle down Justin I don't want you to get hurt."
The next day around 12PM the doctor cleared us and let Justin go back home. Justin was quiet the entire day, it was weird to me because he always said at least one thing. As soon as we got home we went to his room and laid in his bed staring up at the ceiling for a while.
"Want to tell me what's wrong?" I asked.
"N-n-n-no-noth-thi-thing," he replied.
I left him alone until dinner time. He was constantly scratching at the bandage on his hand but I made him stop before he tore the bandage off.
I gave him a quick bath and helped him get dressed as well. He was in bed in seconds and the day was finally over. Thankfully he was fine. Didn't know we would be making a hospital visit today.
Justin
The bandage around my head was annoying but my mom made me keep it on. My head still hurt when I laid on my right side and it was really hard to fall asleep.
At this point I wanted to be more normal than ever. I wanted to act like a real normal 19 year old would; I wanted to take care of myself and go out whenever like those shows Savannah watches. I know Camila wouldn't have left me if I was normal.
Maybe everyone would like me more if I was normal.
: :
I went to the market with my mom and followed her around as she bought the food she needed. The only time I looked up I could have sworn I saw my Camila but it was some other girl. It disappointed me that it wasn't Camila.
"Come on, we need to get home and shave that stubble of yours, looks like you're trying to grow a beard," my mom giggled as she took my hand and started pulling me.
I pulled my hand away before anyone saw and walked behind her. She stopped walking and looked up at me, "What is it?"
I slowly shook my head and continued walking. She caught up to me and said, "Why don't you want to hold my hand? You used to love holding it."
I shrugged continuing to walk as I looked down at the floor. I was too old to be holding my mom's hand, Savannah said so the other day.
As soon as we got home I went to my room and threw myself on the bed.
I heard a knock on the door making me sit up to look. My mom walked in and sat on my bed.
"Okay I don't know what's going through your head but there's obviously something wrong. Now either you try telling me or I'm taking you to go see Dr. Davis again. It's not okay for you to be laying in bed doing nothing every single day. You're gaining weight baby and that's not healthy," she said.
"I-I o-o-ok-okay..." I said.
She sighed before she sat up, "You're not okay. We're going to Dr. Davis tomorrow morning, I'll make the appointment right now."
"N-n-n-no!"
"Yes, now please go to the bathroom so I can shave your face," she said.
"N-n-no," I said.
She closed her eyes as she sighed again, "You are testing my patience Justin Drew Bieber..."
"I-I- I w-w-want..." I pointed at my chin and she raised an eyebrow.
"You want a beard?" she asked. Once I nodded she said, "But you've never liked hair on your face..."
I shrugged before laying back down. I heard one last sigh come out of her before she walked out. I was a disappointment to my mom too.
