Title Undecided

A Story by Alex Thomas

Another Justin Bieber fan fiction. Might change Justin's character if I decide to continue it.

I looked at her, curled up next me. Why her? I thought. Why did she have to get cancer? I kissed the top of her head, which was now bald, and carefully got up, walking over to the window of her hospital room.

I haven’t been sleeping much these days. I’m too busy memorizing her to sleep. I know that sounds weird, but I want to be able to remember every little thing about her forever.

“Justin” I heard her say quietly. I turned around and saw her rubbing her pale blue eyes. They used to be a much brighter, happier blue, back when she was healthy and we had nothing to worry about, but now, it’s like the happiness faded away and they were a pale blue, almost grey.

“Hey beautiful” I said, walking back over to her. I had made a point to call her beautiful as much as possible, so she would know that I still thought she was beautiful even though she didn’t have her long blonde hair anymore. I sat next to her and kissed her.

“You look tired,” she said.

“I’m fine baby.”

“Are you sure?” I loved how she was still so concerned about me, when she was the one that was sick.

“I’m positive” She put her head on my chest.

“I love you Justin” she said. I could feel the tears building up in my eyes. I blinked them away, not wanting her to see.

“I love you too Jessa.”

“Justin, can you get me some water please?” she asked.

“Of course, baby. I’ll be right back.” I pecked her on the lips and left to go get her some water.

When I came back, I felt like my whole world just came crashing down around me. There she was, eyes closed, heart monitor not beeping anymore. There were a few doctors and nurses, one of them pulling the blanket up over her face.

I went in and just stood by the door, unable to get myself to go any further. The doctors and nurses that were in there left so I could have a minute alone with her. I pulled the blanket down and looked at her beautiful face. She’s so perfect I thought as the tears trickled down my cheeks.

I thought back to the day she told me that she had cancer. She had been so scared and every day, I told her that things would be okay in the end. During her battle to beat the cancer, she had seemed so brave. I always called her my brave little soldier. And she always seemed happy, even on days when she had surgeries. Everyone always said that she seemed like the happiest cancer patient that they had ever seen. No matter what was going on, she would find something to laugh about. And she always wanted to visit the younger kids, so every Saturday, we would go around and visit them, playing with them and reading to them. She used to always say “Just because we’re sick, doesn’t mean we can’t be happy” to the kids, reminding them to be happy and have as much fun as possible before their time was up. I admired her for her bravery.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t handle being in that room with her, knowing that if I said something to her, she would never be able to respond. I kissed her cheek, took one last look at her and pulled the blanket back up.

I walked out of the room, closing the door behind me, pulled out my phone and called Ryan.

“Hey man” he said when he answered his phone.

“She’s gone” I whispered, the tears still rolling down my cheeks.

“What?”

“Jessa…she’s gone. Forever.”

This is what keeps me up at night. The memory of the day Jessa passed away. Every night, I lie in bed awake, just thinking about that day. It’s been two years now since that day. And it’s two years now that I’ve been visiting Jessa’s grave every Sunday.

This is what I was thinking about as I walked down the familiar path to get to the grave. When I stopped in front of it, I put the flowers by the headstone and sat down. My fingers absent mindedly traced the letters of her name on the stone as I spoke to her.

“I miss you Jessa,” I began.