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The next three days Justin spent the time alone, and avoiding anyone if it was possible. If they did adress him, he would either ignore him, or act cold twards them. JC was the one most effected by this. He tried talking to Justin calm and civilized only to have Justin slug JC after a comment about his attitudes. JC ended up with a bloody nose while Justin ended up in breaking a picture off the wall when he slammed his room's door.

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"Justin, dont get up and leave me with that cold shoulder." JC reached out and grabbed his arm.

Justin whipped around and with his free arm, sent his fist flying into JC's nose. JC fell to the cold kitchen floor in shock, holding his nose that was bleeding profusely.

Justin left in a huff up the stairs, and slammed his door, and sent a picture of the guys to the cold tile floor, the glass shattering into a million pieces.

* e n d f l a s h b a c k *

Justin had been brought to many youth psychologists to figure out what had been going on that mind of his. Every person had given the same response that it was probably stress from tour and the fans.

One particular doctor had given off some hint that Justin had a serious problem.

"I've seen teens like this before." She had said to Lynn. "Some of them had severe depression, and an eating disorder."

JC had over heard the comment, and everything started clicking in. The passing out, the attitude, weight loss, and everything else that had happened in the past few weeks.

JC and Lynn had made arrangements at a local center for teens with eating disorders, and slight depression. After what the others had tesified to head psychologist there, She had no doubt that Justin had a problem. Arrangements were made, and Justin would go through the full treatment.

"I dont know why the hell you guys are sending me here." Justin's mean streak continued.

No one had answered him.

"Hello? Answer me here." Justin peeked his head up to the front seat. "JC?" "So, now you want to talk?" JC's cold eyes had shot back at him.

"Fine then. You can lead a horse to water, but you cant make him drink." Justin clutched the duffle bag on his lap closer to his chest and leaned back in his seat.