9 September 2012
I'd forgotten all about this story, but I love the plot line and I know you all will too. Please read, sincerely, Drew xxx
-Justin- "Billionaire's on, turn it up man!" I exclaimed from the passenger seat of my matte black range rover. Kenny reached over and turned the nozzle up high, making the music blare through the speakers, almost shaking the car. "I wanna be a billionaire, so fucking bad!" I sang along with Ryan (My stylist) and Scooter (My manager) sitting in the two back seats. Kenny (Bodyguard) switched the wiper blades up to high, the rain smashing down so hard I thought the windscreen would shatter into a million tiny pieces. The four of us bounced around in our seats with the rapping beat, as if the car had hydraulics. A silhouette of a person crossed slowly in front of the car in the distance, but I thought it was just a trick of the miserable day in London, UK. As we neared closer, I stopped singing, my jaw dropping when I realised it was a person. We were going to hit them. "Kenny! Kenny stop there's someone on the road!" I yelled over the music, and he just about heard me, slamming the brakes on. We felt a knock at the right front side of the vehicle when we came to a stop, and I flicked the radio off, leaving the only noise as the hammering rain. The four of us exchanged glances, before springing out of the car and into the pouring rain without a second thought. I made it to the victim first, crouching down beside them. They noticed my presence, and turned their head to face me. It was a girl, with long pale blue hair, almost like the colour of the moon shining on the ocean, and electric blue eyes that could pierce your soul with just a glance. I had to blink a few times to refresh myself from her mesmerising gaze. "Are you ok?" I yelled over the noise of the rain as Kenny, Scooter and Ryan stood nearby, freaking out. She didn't answer. She just stared at me... with those amazing eyes. "What's your name?" I tried again. I don't know if she couldn't hear me over the pounding of the rain on the concrete, or she just didn't want to answer. It turned out to be the latter, as she stood from her place on the floor, stepped around me, and began to walk down the road once again. I looked up at the guys, and they gave me looks and gestures saying "Follow her!". I ran after her, wiping the never-ending amounts of water from my eyes and face. I caught up to her, and stopped her with a gentle touch to her arm. She looked over her shoulder, eyes harsh and powerful instead of blank and emotionless. She looked down at my hand on her arm, and then back up at me. I removed my hand, and she seemed to relax and give me the time of day. "I'm so sorry, we didn't see you. Are you sure you're alright?" I asked loudly. Nothing. She began to blink furiously, and brought a wet hand up to meet her forehead. She held it there, as if in pain, and the next thing I knew, she was falling. Falling to the floor. I caught her in my arms, and picked her up bridal style. I ran back over to the car, cautious not to do anything that would hurt her more. She seemed sort of conscious, but sort of not at the same time. "Open the door, we've gotta get her to a hospital!" I yelled to the guys, and Kenny jumped in the drivers seat and Scooter the passenger as Ryan opened the back door for me. I let him climb in first, then brought her up in with me, shutting the door, thankful for whoever made air-con. I sat her in my lap as her eyelids fluttered, open then shut, over and over. She began to softly shiver, and I hadn't noticed she was only wearing shorts and a vest top. I shrugged out of my jacket, and laid it out across her body, tucking it in at the sides so as not to let any cool air in. I found myself murmuring "You're gonna be ok" in her ear as I gently smoothed back her wet red hair. The ride to the hospital was quick and easy. Even if Kenny had had one of those cop car lights, he wouldn't have needed it. There was no traffic in London compared to what we normally got in Atlanta, New York. Kenny opened the door for me, and I slipped out, the girl in my arms. We went quickly through the sliding doors, and straight up to the receptionists desk. "Hi what can I do for you?" she said cheerily, even though there was an unconscious girl in my arms. "Uh, we ran into this girl with our car, she doesn't talk and she just passed out" Kenny explained, standing next to me. "Why would you run into this poor girl?" the blonde receptionist asked dumbly. I frowned "Well we didn't do it on purpose" I defended, frustrated already with the girl who clearly had the IQ to work at Wal-Mart instead of a Hospital. Before the receptionist could reply, a man in a lime green Doctor's uniform walked out of the office behind the desk. "Oh, Kate, you're not qualified to work at the desk!" he sighed, taking her gently by the elbow and leading her out from behind the computer "You're our clean up" he explained to her as if she was a pre-schooler, although it wouldn't surprise me if she was one in disguise. I took the words "Clean up" as a polite way to say "Bin Lady". He shooed Kate off, and invited us to follow him to an available room. "What happened here?" he asked as he led us into a room labelled with a plaque reading '103'. Ryan explained everything as I walked in after the four men and set her down on the hospital bed. "Ok, she might have a concussion, which is why she passed out. I'll do some check-ups and a few x-rays just to make sure she hasn't broken anything" he said, picking up a stethoscope. "Uh, she doesn't speak... I don't know why" I added on before he could begin to check over her. "She might just have been in shock, if she wakes up and still isn't talking, I'll run some tests on her voice box and see if there's anything wrong" he clarified whilst placing the cool metal tool over her soaking wet chest. "If one of you would like to stay with her whilst I run the tests, the others can stay outside in the waiting area" the Doctor said politely. I looked around all three of the guys, and when I realised they were waiting for me to do it, I volunteered "Sure, I'll stay".
I sat quietly beside her bed, watching her chest move up and down with each breath. "I'll be right back, I've got a patient that needs an operation in '305'" the Doctor called, whose proper name I had now found out was Doctor White. I nodded at him before he left, closing the door behind him. I could still hear the noise of the rain smashing down onto the windows like breaking glass, and it was the only noise in room apart from our steady breathing. I reached out, then hesitated, then reached out again, and took her smooth, now dry hand in mine. "I know you uh... probably can't hear me, but if you can... I'm really sorry we did this to you. I'm just happy you're ok... sort of. Apart from the unconscious thing" I blabbed, actually glad she couldn't hear me, because if she had, she'd be thinking "What a douche". I kept talking nonsense, until I saw her eyelids flutter, then open fully, to reveal her beautiful blue irises. She rolled her gaze around the room, and when it landed on me, sprung back in shock. She pushed herself up on the bed, crawling back from me. "It's ok, It's ok. I'm not gonna hurt you" I said, holding my hands up in innocence. She understood, and relaxed her body into a cross-legged position. "I'm Justin. Justin Bieber. What's your name?" I asked, hopeful of a reply. Nothing. That same, blank look. Emotionless. Lifeless. Still. "Can you talk?" I expected some sort of gesture, or a nod or shake of the head, but again, nothing. "I'm sorry we hit you. Are you ok now?" I continued, hoping that if I prompted her enough, she'd answer one of my questions. "Do you have any ID or something?" I became desperate, needing some way of knowing more about this strange, yet beautiful girl. "Talk to me babe" I begged softly, using another word for her still unknown name. Doctor White came back in then, and noticed she was awake. "Oh, any luck Mr. Bieber?" he asked, scrawling some notes down on a clipboard as he sat the opposite side of the bed. "Nope. She won't say a thing. I don't even know her name" I sighed, and he flipped over a new page on the board. "Any change in expression? Any emotion shown?" he queried me again. I shook my head. He swivelled his chair to face the girl, and she just stared back at him "Wow, those are a lovely set of eyes" he chuckled, reading my mind. "Hello, my name is Doctor White, and you are?" he began, pen poised to write. Nothing. Blank. "Unresponsive" he said aloud what he wrote as the answer for the first question. "How do you feel?" he said again. Same reaction. "Unresponsive". "Do you have any family in town? Anyone we can ring?" he continued. He might as well not have been there. She stared right through him, as if he was completely invisible. What happened next surprised me. She turned away from him, stared right at me with her sapphire eyes, took my hand in hers, and said "I love you" with the most melodic, rich, honeyed voice I had ever heard. It had the perfect amount of a soft ring, as well as a hint of sexy raspiness to the tone. I stared back at her, shocked. "Are you sure you've never met this girl before Mr. Bieber?" Doctor White asked me, as confused as I was. "100 percent sure. I've never met her in my life. I've never even seen her" I said truthfully. I turned back to the girl, finding her words much more important than his "Have you heard some of my music, or seen me on TV...? How do you know you love me?" I leant in towards her, almost begging for her to speak again. When I thought my luck was out, she said three more of the most simplest words in the English Dictionary "I just know". And that was it. She didn't speak again.
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