Cecilia-

The next morning, I woke up and stumbled into the bathroom to wash my face. I looked at myslef in the mirror and really looked at my tired eyes. I had a small ovalish face, with 2 freckles on each cheek. These were my checkpoints, well to me. I was on the 2nd one. 2 more to go. I won't tell you why they're checkpoints, they just are. I barely remembered that I was going to run with Justin this morning. I really hope he didn't forget. I put on some sweats and a sweatshirt. It was my favorite one, Orginal [K] sweatshirt. I don't know why.

I put on my converse, not a good idea for running, and ran out the door. I saw him standing there with his ipod, waiting for me. I smiled and walked up to him. I took out his earbuds.

"Hey Bieber" I chimed.

He smiled "Hey Ceci" and he leaned in to kiss me. I've never had a goodmorning kiss before, but it was amazing! His lips locked on mine and my arms automatically wrapped around his neck. He pulled away and flipped his hair.

"Shall we go shawty" he winked. I giggled and I took his hand. We ran down the sidewalk, side by side, and we thought deeply. I thought about what life is, how it could be, and how it would end. He probably thought of...well, i don't know what he thought of exactly. Justin always seemed troubled, like someone died. I giggled at that last thought to myself.

Dead. That word is so irrelevent to me. Everyone dies, why don't they accept it?


Justin-

I ran at a slow pace, for Ceci since she looked like she was going to pass out. Her face was really pale and she took hard breaths. I stopped her and she gave me a look.

"Why are we stopping?" she breathed deeply.

I shook my head "You're not used to running Ceci. You can barely breathe"

She shook her head in denial "No, I-" she put her hands on her knees "I'm fine" she finally snapped out. I lifted her chin and looked into her eyes.

"You're out of breath, and you can't run. Do you just wanna walk?" I asked. It couldn't hurt to walk today. I could make it up tomorrow by running at 5AM. She was about to object, but she just gave up and took my hand. We started walking, in silence.

What I think about on my runs, is my best friend, Ryan Butler. He was like a brother to me. Well, not even a brother. He was closer then that. No homo. Anyways, we went everywhere together. Parties, classes, houses. We lived in the same neighborhood in Atlanta, and we just went to each other's houses whenever we wanted. One time, he came over at 1AM and we stayed up, prank calling random people. He was like my partner in crime. Literally.

One night, we went out to go to the liquor. We wanted some Red Bull drinks really bad. We loved those. So we snuck out, and ran to the liquor. It was real dark, and the dangerous people were roaming around. But we didn't care. You might think "You guys are crazy!" no, we were just thirsty. After we bought them, we walked out of the store with 10 bottles of Red Bull. We wanted to get crazy.

We laughed and drank our Red Bull like two bestfriends would. Suddenly a guy came out with a black mask and a gun. He took Ryan's collar and he made us drop the Red Bull in the middle of the street. I put up my hands and tried to calm the guy down.

"Please" I was close to tears "Please don't hurt him"

The guy dented the gun into my forehead and I just gave up trying. I closed my eyes shut and I heard a gunshot fire. Tears flowed down my face and I snapped my eyes open. The masked man's eyes went black, and he fell on the floor. Ryan was holding a gun in his hand, with smoke still coming out of it. His face was pale and he didn't move.

Ryan shot someone. I tried to speak, but at that second, another gunshot was fired. This time, it was Ryan who hit the floor. A man in the corner was pointing the gun at me and I ducked. He fired and that's when the police started to arrive. The man ran, and two people were leaving blood rivers in the middle of the street. I sank to my knees and bawled, screamed, choked, next to my best friend.

I held his bloody hand in mine, not caring if my hand was red. I buried my face onto his dead face, and I cried by his side. I went to his funeral, and made a huge ass speech for him. No one loved him like I did. The day after that, I went to a tattoo place and got R.B. inked onto my right wrist. I would never forget him.

Ceci and I stayed quiet until we got to the park. I sat on the entrance to the slide, and she sat next to me. She looked at me concerned and I just gave her a fake smile. I always replayed the scene in my head when I went jogging. If I could relive that moment, I would take my life for him, anyday.


Cecilia-

I stroked Justin's hair with my fingers. I could feel that he was hurt. I wonder why though. I frowned and just sat there, staring at him. If I ever told him my story, he'd be even more hurt. And I don't want that. So I'll just cherish the moments we have, right now.

I buried my head into his neck and he held my head with his arm. We sat in silence. He suddenly took out a camera from his sweatshirt pocket and he angled it so we were both in the picture. I smiled and so did he. He clicked the button of the camera. He turned it so we could see the picture. We were a cute little bunch. I laughed at it.

"You got skills my man" I grinned.

He grinned back "Thanks" and he put the camera back in his pocket. We got up and walked back to our houses.

"I'm really sorry I ruined your run" I said, sadly. He shook his head and kissed my hair "No, you made it better" he smiled and kissed me on the lips. We parted to go take showers and eat. Yeah, I did ruin it. Ugh, sometimes, I hate what my body is doing to me. I never complain about it, but sometimes, I just want to yell.

I took a shower and changed into clean clothes. I sat by the window and wrote in my diary.

Day 411

I ran with Justin this fine morning. Well, halfway. He stopped me because of my breathing. God, i hate it. Why won't it go away? Anwyays, we went to the park and he took a picture of both of us. It was quite cute actually. He's a good photographer. What isn't he good at? Singing, jogging, photography, smiling, flipping his shiny hair! What am I good at? Making people laugh...for a minute. Wow, i'm such a dissapointment to life. Mm, but that's not going to stop me from living. I will walk each step til'it's the end. Then, I start flying. Is flying hard? I wonder if it is. I'm going to have to try it before the time comes.

I look up and see Justin out with his camera, pointing at my window. I stare at him, is he taking a picture of me? No, I look a little, uhh, uneven right now! My hair is wet and my skin is blehh! I smile anyway, and he clicks his button. I laugh and wave for him to stop. He smiles and puts the camera away.

"Wanna hang out later? Get some ice cream or something?" he belches out to me from his window. He's too cute. I laugh and nod.

"That'd be nice!" I yell back. I get up and put the diary in my desk.

I run downstairs to see dad rushing out the door. I tap him on the shoulder quickly "Hey! Where are you goin dad?"

He turned and just stared "Uhh. Errand. Your mom wants more blueberry waffles" he smiled, nervously. Hmm, we had plenty in the fridge, but whatever. I nodded.

"Can I go?" I asked with eager eyes.

He snapped "No!...I-I mean no sweetie. Sorry, then I have to go get an oil change. You don't wanna wait, I know you hate that" he started walking towards the front gate. I sighed "Well alright then. Bye daddy!" I waved. He shortly waved, and ran to his car. He drove off like there was a fire. That was odd, he never acted all nervous over...blueberry waffles?

I went back inside and took out Captian Crunch, another favorite of mine. I poured some in a bowl, and some milk. I chomped it, pretending I was a dinosaur. I wonder if the dinosaurs miss living. I mean, this was their land first. They roamed without having to worry about their mate, or if they had enough food. Life was just life, and they lived it like it was gonna last forever.

Too bad they exploded. I slurped the milk down my throat and cleaned my bowl. My mom came down in a robe, with a frown. I turned and frowned also.

"What's wrong mom?"

She sighed softly "Oh nothing I just...something's wrong with your father"

I sat down on the counter chair "What? Why?" Is he alright, is that why he was acting weird when he left to get more blueberry waffles?" I asked, worried.

She looked at me "What? Blueberry waffles? We have plenty"

I shook my head "Well, he said you wanted more..."

She shook her head with an confused expression "I never asked him for anything. He got up, took a quick shower. Sprayed on his cologne and..." she started to form tears "Oh no" and she quickly went up the stairs.

I was so confused right now. What was dad doing and why was mom crying? Can someone please explain to me? I ran up the stairs and went into mom's room. I heard her on the phone, about to sob.

"Y-yes, uhm. Silvia Gomez?" she asked.

Who was she? And why was mom concerned about her?

Mom kept nodding and finally she responded "Okay, thank you" and she hung up the phone.

Something was going on. And I was going to find out.