Justin;
"You know, you should
really get some rest Justin." My mom suggested as she
firmly wrapped her arms around me from behind the chair I
was lazily slumped in.
It was nine o'clock in the morning,
so exactly how long have I been here again? Oh that's
right, nine hours. "I'm fine Mom." I murmured
under my breath. I had to admit, I was tired having no rest
after a concert and going out to celebrate, but my energy
level was the least of my concerns at the moment - what
really mattered was the unconscious teenage girl lying on
the hospital bed before me.
She lay motionless, except for the up
and down motions her chest was making. After constantly
harassing the doctors and nurses with question after
question, I finally managed to settle down, even at the
depressing sight of the many bruises and scrapes on her
body and most shockingly - the many cuts on her left arm
that even the layers of blankets couldn't
hide.
I didn't know a single thing about
this girl, aside from the fact that she was a huge fan of
mine and may have been depressed. But here I was, holding
her hand after negotiating with doctors for hours and
hours. She had no form of identification on her, but even
Mom stood by my side on this one since she experienced
suicidal attempt in her teenage years too. I smiled,
remembering the long lecture my mom had given me last night
about inspiring this girl in every way possible, but the
truth was, I didn't need the lecture - I genuinely did
care...
There was just something different about
this girl. It was right then and there, I wanted to know
everything there was to know about her, from her past to
what she wanted to shape her future as. And with that
sudden realization and outburst of curiosity, I rubbed my
thumb along her line of many cuts and visible scars just
underneath them as I bent over towards the bed, the bumpy
texture beneath my frigid fingers.
I couldn't stand the thought of one
of my fans doing this to themselves, especially when she
was so beautiful even with all the mascara streaks and
scrapes, except for these ugly marks on her arm. But there
was only so little I could do when so much damage had
already been done, and before I knew it, a tear had already
escaped along with a quiet sniffle.
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