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The pain was uncontrolable in his stomach. Severe cramps raged throught Justin's body as he stumbled out of his bed and into the hall way, nearly knocking over JC in the process. "Whoa, buddy!" JC grabbed Justin before he hit the floor. He could see the pain in his facial features. "You okay Justin?" "Yeah." He managed out weakly as he stumbled further into the bathroom and looked the door. Justin leaned agaisnt the door and slowly slidded down to the floor clutching his stomach with tears of pain and fear running down his cheeks.

"Justin?" It was JC again. "Justin are you okay?" He asked between knocks.

"Yeah. I'm fine."

Justin could hear JC trying to open the door handle.

"Justin, open the door man. You looked like you were ready to pass out."

"I'M FINE OKAY!? Just leave me ALONE!!" Justin's eyes widened at the sound of his voice, then let out a small groan from the pain from his stomach. "I'm fine." he muttered again softly as he curled up smaller, still suffering from the pain.

Once he knew that JC was gone, and the pain was less severe, Justin opened the door. With the hall clear he made his way back in his room only to be greeted by five concered faces standing around his bed.

"What's going on Justin?" Joey was the first one to speak.

"Nothin'. Why?" Justin tried to push down the nagging pains in his stomach.

"Justin, your so secretive all of a sudden. You wont go out with us. Hell, your not eating!" Chris walked over in his direction. "Justin, it looks like your getting thinner."

"I am not." He said defensively. "Justin," Lance was the next to walk over. He took Justin's arm and pushed the sleve of his shirt up. "Explain this." His arm was dotted with small bruises, scarcely thin, with almost every bone visible. "There's something wrong, Justin. Why wont you ask for help?"

Justin jerked his arm away from Lance's hands. "I dont need your help! I DONT need ANYONE's HELP!" He pointed to the door, "Get out of my room." He hissed.

"Justin, were worried about you." Chris walked up to him and reached out his hand. Justin slapped it away and walked out of the room.

"JUSTIN! C'mon man!" JC hung his head low as he heard the sound of the back door slam. JC thought for a moment, then lifted his head and ran outside after his friend.

Justin ran out of the house and down on to the lawn before falling to the ground in tears. Why do they care now? Justin looked up at the twilight sky and the first stars that where peeking out. They didn't care before...Why do they care now?

"Justin, we're worried, we just want to help you." Justin could feel JC's protective hand against his shoulder. " We just want to know whats wrong."

Justin sniffed and wipped his arm across his face. "Nothing's wrong. How many times do I have to say that."

"Then explain the reason why you've been distant, why your performance has been lagging, Why you passed out?!" JC noticed that his voice was rising and quickly lowered it. "Justin, you wont even talk to us, go out with us, even eat."

"Leave me alone, JC." Justin said quietly.

"Justin---"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Justin took of twards the Florida woods behind the house. "You just dont understand.....!!"