Attacked by Life
Justin stood inside the hotel looking out the wall-sized windows at his fans. They were all screaming for the guys to come out and give them autographs, many had signs. Justin wanted to go out and fulfill their wishes, make one of their dreams come true, but he knew he couldn’t. He knew it would endanger his life, especially since his bodyguard was nowhere to be found.
“Hey, Jus,” JC said and put a hand on Justin’s shoulder.
Justin jumped, then turned and looked at JC with an evil look in his eyes. “You scared me,” he said monotonously.
“Sorry, dude. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s okay. I… I guess I’m just a little jumpy.”
“All the fresh air getting to you,” JC said with a chuckle.
“No,” Justin said flatly and turned back to the window.
“Oh. You still remember.” JC didn’t need to say more; Justin knew what he was talking about.
“Yeah.”
“It’s okay, Justin. It was one bad crowd. Security has been raised and nothing has gone wrong since.”
Justin turned around slowly and looked at JC with disbelief. “You mean to tell me that you aren’t scared to walk out in crowds, that you don’t become fearful when you see all of our screaming fans, that you trust, fully trust, security with your life?”
“That’s exactly what I mean. I’m not afraid because I know that nothing will happen again. We all know what to do if something starts.”
Justin turned back to face the crowd, “You just don’t get it, do you? You don’t know what it was like to be out there in that mad crowd. You weren’t there, and you could never know what it was like.”
“Then tell me. Tell me what it was like, Justin. Tell me so that I can know.”
“Even if I told you, you wouldn’t understand. You didn’t go through it, but you will someday. And when you do, I’ll look at you and laugh while saying, ‘told you so’.”
“Tell me, Justin. I can’t even begin to understand if you don’t let me know what it was like.”
“It was like death. I thought I was going to die. All of the fans jumped on me at once, and where were the guards? No one knows. But I’ll tell you where they weren’t. They weren’t with me when I needed them most. They weren’t with me like they were supposed to be.” He paused to look at JC, then, continued, “I thought I could put my life in their hands; thought I could trust them. I was wrong, boy was I wrong. I walked out of the bus, not knowing that the noisy fans were just outside the door. Sound carries, and I thought that that’s what had happened. I thought the fans were outside the fence like they were supposed to be. I thought I would help security by making an appearance and getting them to quiet down. I didn’t know that security wasn’t there and that the fans were practically hugging the bus. When I stepped out of the bus and onto the steps, before I had even shut the door, they pounced. They were like lions hunting, and I… I was their prey. They were pulling me in every direction. Bending me in ways that even I didn’t know I could bend. I always thought we had the greatest fans in the world. Now, I know that we don’t. We have the worst. A good fan, a true fan, wouldn’t endanger us. They wouldn’t try to kill us. JC, do you know what it was like to almost die? I was almost murdered man, and it’s all ‘cause security was nowhere to be found. If they had been doing their job, I would still have my hair. If they had been doing their job, I would still have a pierced ear instead of a big slit going from where the hole once started to past the end of my ear. If they had been doing their job, I wouldn’t have been attacked, and JC, most importantly, if they had been doing their job, I would still believe in my fans. Still believe they were the greatest in the world, better than all the rest. I would still have a little of my youthful innocence. I would still be free. I’ll never forget that. How could anyone forget the day that there was an attack, an attack on their life?” Justin stopped and looked at JC. There were tears threatening to come out of his friend’s eyes.
“Oh, Justin! I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I... I mean, I don’t know what I mean. I don’t know what happened. I just feel so bad. Why did we have to go out clubbing and leave you on the bus alone? We shouldn’t have gone because you were too young to go. But no, we went anyway. We were selfish, and it almost cost us one of our best friends.”
“No. It’s not your fault, JC. It’s no one’s fault. I just had to find someone to blame. I couldn’t stand the thought that it was my fault. I didn’t want to admit that it comes with the job. I knew when I signed the contracts that I was as good as signing my life away. I couldn’t handle the fact that I was attacked by life.”
The End
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