~ Chapter 10: He’s Dead  ~

[ Jackie’s POV: ]

My eyes shot open and I immediately used the back of my hand to wipe the sweat from my forehead. I had just woken up from quite a strange dream that consisted of voices chanting Justin’s name over and over… and over and over.

In the dream, I was alone in a huge mansion. There was no one in there but me, but I kept hearing voices whispering Justin, Justin, Justin, Juuustin. I followed the direction the voices were coming from only to hear them come from a different direction. I’d turn around and run towards it, but the voices kept switching directions. It kept coming from the room upstairs and when I was close to approaching the room I was hearing it from, it’d suddenly be coming from the kitchen downstairs and when I ran there, it’d suddenly be coming from the bathroom.

It went on for quite a while and I was beginning to run out of breath from all the running back and forth. All of a sudden, the large mansion faded slowly and I found myself in a similar situation, except now I was in the hotel room Justin, Alfredo and I are staying at this very moment. The voices began coming from the room Justin had left to sleep in and I followed it cautiously, keeping quiet instead of running this time. I got excited when my hand was touching the doorknob and the voices were still coming from the same place, meaning it wouldn’t run away from me now. Turning the knob, I flung the door open and, next thing I know, I’m awake and the dream ended.

I didn’t know what else to do. I silently slipped from my bed and tip-toed out of the room, striding towards Justin’s room. Gripping the doorknob into my hand, I opened the door only to find Justin fast asleep, laying rather uncomfortably on his bed. I quietly walked inside, approaching him slowly. I stared at the beautiful features on his face and instantly smiled to myself.

He doesn’t know it yet, but he’s perfect in every single way.

I continued to stare at him until I decided my dream probably didn’t mean anything, and I don’t really have to check up on him. Turning around, I began to walk back towards the exit, wanting desperately to take a nice, morning shower and surprise Justin and Fredo with some homemade breakfast before I have to leave. Just as I was more than halfway across the room, I heard Justin murmur something incoherent, then shift from his sleeping position.

Furrowing my eyebrows in confusion, I retraced my steps so I was back at staring at a sleeping Justin. I leaned closer, in hopes that he would repeat what he had just uttered, and waited a while. So long, in fact, that I was beginning to convince myself that I was just hearing things and that maybe he really didn’t say anything. That, or he’d said something, but isn’t going to repeat it.

I let out a frustrated sigh and leaned back up, pouting slightly and, just as I was about to turn back to leave, I heard it.

“He’s dead,” Justin mumbled in his slumber. “He’s dead.”

My stomach plummeted to the ground. What does he mean ‘he’s dead’? Who could possibly be dead?

I backed away slowly, my eyes remaining locked at the sight of him before I fled, making sure to quietly close his door and leaving to get that morning shower and breakfast started. All while pretending I didn’t hear what I heard from him… At least for now.

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“Good morning.”

I turned around to see Justin in his boxers, scratching the back of his head as he gazed tiredly at me.

“Hi,” I choked out shyly, awed at the sight of him practically half naked in front of me. I felt my cheeks grow red so I quickly turned my back on him and transferred pancakes from the pan in the stove to a plate. “I made breakfast.”

“You didn’t have to,” I heard him say, his footsteps approaching me.

“I wanted to surprise you guys,” I mumbled, finishing the last batch. “You know, since I’ll be leaving in about 2 hours.”

“Do you really have to go?” he asked playfully, causing me to finally turn back around and look him in the eyes.

“I don’t want to but… I guess I have to,” I shrugged, feeling a gutted feeling in my heart. I haven’t personally known Justin long enough to read his emotions but… It really felt like I was born to. Looking into his eyes, all I saw was a boy who was tired, both physically and emotionally. He seemed… Depressed. As if he’s dealing through the hardest time in his life.

“Don’t go,” he whispered, his brown orbs losing its glow. “Don’t. Don’t. Please. Don’t go.”

My heart ached for him. I wanted to stay so badly, I really did. But, unfortunately, when I told my mom I was staying over at a friend’s named Justin, I never told her it was the Justin Bieber.

“His name’s Justin?” I remember her saying right after I asked her for permission to go away for 2 days. “Just like your idol!”

Yeah… Okay, mom.

Why I didn’t tell her it was the famous Justin Bieber? I don’t know. I guess I respect Justin and his life in the mix of fame enough to wait and make sure he’s okay with my parents knowing.

“You can come stay for a while,” I suggested. “No one’s going to be home today and tomorrow. We could do something, maybe even go out for lunch. No one will know you’re in San Diego.”

He thought about it for a while, his eyes piercing into mine as he pondered my idea.

“I—I guess…” he said softly, running a hand through his hair. “Maybe.”

I gave off a small smile. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Justin chuckled before his lips formed up a smirk. “I’ll go get Fredo and you two should get started on breakfast. I’m going to go put some damn clothes on,” he winked.

Damn. I kinda like the half-naked Justin.

“Ehm… Justin?” I called out. He stopped and looked at me. “Would you mine if I asked you something personal?”

He tilted his head slightly to the right, questioning what I wanted to ask him. “Sure,” he said, though it came out more as a question.

“Pardon me asking but… Has anyone you love die recently?” I nervously played with my fingers, awaiting his answer.

“W–What?” he seemed as confused as ever.

“I’m just wondering… You don’t really have to answer that,” I shrugged.

“Well the answer’s no,” he said simply. Something about his tone made me feel like he was telling the truth, so I took his word for it. “Why?”

“Umm… I had a dream last night,” I cleared my throat.

“And…?” he signaled for me to explain further.

I told him all about my weird ass dream and how I had heard voices constantly whispering his name, tempting me to follow where it was coming from. I told him how the dream made me feel like I had to check up on him once I had woken up, and that I heard him mutter something in his sleep.

“What did I mutter?” he asked curiously, watching me intently. I bit my lip, unsure of whether or not I should actually tell him.

“You, uh… You said he’s dead but I didn’t know what you meant by that,” I said with pure honesty. “That’s why I had to ask if someone you love has died recently. I was wondering if that was the reason you had said it.”

Justin was silent. Time passed by slowly as we just stood there, looking at each other in the eye, not a word being thrown into the air. I had butterflies in my stomach, wondering if he was ever going to say anything. After what felt like an eternity, he actually did.

“It’s true,” he simply said.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Wait, what’s true?”

“Someone did die,” he sighed, an intense sorrow mourning in his tone.

“Who?” I whispered.

He teared his gaze away from me, turning around so that his back was now facing me. “No one you should be concerned about.”

“No, just tell me,” I pleaded, watching as he exited the kitchen, my heart beating madly inside my chest. When I was alone in the kitchen again, I realized I probably won’t ever get the answer out of him. Leaning back against the wall, I let out a sigh in frustration, running my hands over my face and staring at the floor.

I just… I just want to help him.

Sighing for the billionth time already, I resumed in my task at bringing out the pancakes for us to eat. Just as I picked up the first plate, footsteps made their way back into the kitchen and I looked up to see that Justin had returned.

“Kidrauhl,” he simply said, and left without another word.

But I didn’t get it. What about kidrauhl?

Kidrauhl is just his youtube username ever since he began posting videos for the first time. But for beliebers, it’s so much more. Kidrauhl is the humble, talented, canadian cutie we fell in love with. It’s sincerely Justin Bieber. His genuine, amazing self.

Then it hit me.

The media. Paparazzi. Haters. All the hate and people’s failure in realizing he’s just human. No relative or close friend died at all. Nope.

Justin was trying to tell me that kidrauhl is dead.

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dun, Dun, DUUUUUN!

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- Nina xx