Blurred Perfection. 67: Facing The World.

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*YOUR POV*

"Y-You died?" Justin said, standing up and getting closer.

I nodded and grabbed his hand. I needed to make sure he was calm, and that he wasn't going to freak out over this

"Yeah, funny right?" I said with a weak laugh.

He stood in silence and the pain in his eyes hurt me more inside. I could tell now, that he was definitely blaming himself for every last bit of this incident. 

"I should've believed you I-"

"No Justin. Don't put this blame on yourself. If I were you, I would've thought that I was crazy too! Do NOT put this burden on you. I'm fine."

He sat back down as he kissed the back of my hand. I smiled and got him to smile also. I didn't want him worrying about this, there was too much else to worry about.

"They caught him." Justin said, staring into my eyes, waiting for a reaction.

"Good."

I felt relief throughout my body as I settled in bed. Justin stayed by my side throughout the night, my thoughts were that he thought that I was going to die again. He drifted to sleep in the chair, never letting go of my hand. I felt comfort, in a room with no windows, knowing that everything was over...

A few days past, and the hospital was going to release me to go home and rest. Well not rest, because I had been doing it for the past week practically. Justin helped me out of bed and I stood on my own as he helped dress me too.

"Ready to face the world with me again?" I asked as I held his hands in mine.

He smiled as he pulled me in and kissed the top of my head. I held my arms around his body as he did the same around mine.

We covered our faces as we walked outside and the guards were pushed out of the way. We got into the car without troubles and luckily, my pain wasn't as bad. My neck was still badly bruised, same with my wrists. And I had scars on my feet, legs, and wrists too.

We arrived back to Justin's house, and it was cleaned and the glass door was replaced. I walked inside and instantly felt four little arms wrap around my legs and waist.

"Well hello there!' I said as I patted their little heads.

"Are you okay?" Jazzy's little voice squeaked as she looked up at me with a smile.

"I'm fine princess!" I said with a giggle.

We sat in the living room as I told them everything that happened. They were amazed by my encounter with my mom, and I still was also. It was all so real, and I knew that my mom was there, sitting next to me on the couch.

Later in the day, everyone left to go home, and Justin and I were left alone for the first time since the trouble we went through. We laid in bed, even though it was only 6, staring in each others eyes.

"This week has been an emotional roller coaster. I'm surprised I'm still holding myself together." I said as he brushed my hair out of my face.

"How are you even holding yourself together? I mean you just lost your..."

He stopped in his tracks. I knew that he was trying to avoid the topic in general, but I really tried not to mind.

"Mom, yeah... I'm actually dying on the inside, but I choose not to show it."

"You can lean on me, baby. If you need to cry, please, come to me."

And with that, we both sat up and he held me in his arms while I cried again. It felt good to cry for the first time. Especially being in Justin's arms, in a hug that kept me safe. I wanted to stay there, I wasn't ready to face what was coming in the future. The media. The cameras. My career. The funeral...

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-Ana.