[A/N: It was
a long time since I wrote "Forgive me" and even longer
ago I wrote "Dear Justin", but I got a review... and
well, I already had a little plan for a third part. Turns out
that this makes a fourth part very likely.
Anyway, here's "Where the story ends". Please review.]
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Justin committed suicide. They couldn't save him. He'd locked the door to the bathroom when Jennifer was out, I wonder how much more pain she have to go through. Justin seemed to be the only one she could lean on, and now he did something like this. He wasn't the only one... Joey... Can you believe he hung himself? They found some of J.C.'s letters there too. He claimed to be innocent all the time Chris. But you know that as well as I do, don't you? I know he sent you letters too.
It's all over the news now. The story ends here I guess. I'm going back to Mississippi again, with Jennifer. Jennifer's been here with me since they found Justin and all of that, you know I always liked her. She's been crying non-stop since I saw her, she's been asleep for around ten hous now. She don't know about Joey yet, I'm not sure I want to tell her either. I think she's suffered enough. I wish I could protect her from all that's happening, I wish I could have protected her before any of... this. She'd just recovered fairly from the whole rape and then this happens. God, life is so unfair.
Chris, I know you had your doubts about the whole rape... I just need to know, what made you believe J.C. did it? I mean, I found her; I saw how everything was in the room and I saw her condition, but...
I think it's Justin and Joey's deaths that make me wonder. I don't understand why they would kill themselves. They both testified against J.C., just like we did. Joey was always so happy. I can't believe that he, out of all people, would commit suicide. And Justin... I thought he'd stick with Jennifer through thick and thin, something isn't right about this. I don't understand what happened.
Yes, I know Justin and J.C. went way back Chris, you don't have to tell me. But what could it have been that pushed him to commit suicide? He knew Jennifer needed him. Do you... Shit, this is hard to write, but do you think he had second thoughts? About J.C. I mean. It just seems that he had no reason to do something that drastic otherwise.
Anyway, Jennifer and I
are leaving tomorrow morning, or whenever she wakes up. She
sleeps a whole lot more than normally, but I can't blame her. I,
I can't sleep. I wish I could though. I have to take pills again,
just like when we started touring and I couldn't sleep... I know
you remember that. Well, this is better than pacing back and
forward all night anyway.
If you need to talk Chris, call me. But... preferably early, so
Jennifer won't be up. I don't want to upset her by reminding her
about all of this.
Chris... you didn't start drinking again, right? Please say you didn't. You were such an asshole when you were drunk, even though nobody told you the next day.
If I wasn't writing with
ink I'd erase that, out of old habit. I don't know why we never
told you, J.C. said "for your own good", but I don't
know...
I guess we were all assholes, kind of anyway. I know I shouldn't
speak ill of the dead but you know what I'm talking about. Maybe
it was all an competitive thing between Justin and me? Not that
the fans ever knew, not all of it anyway. I remember how mad you
got at us one night, you probably don't but it was the night
before Justin had that black eye. If it hadn't been for the
makeup...
I feel like somehow erase that line. I'm not going to, but I want to. I don't know... I hope you aren't mad at me for not telling you before, or for telling you now, but you were really... horrible when you were drunk. I can't find the right word, but horrible is the closest I can get.
I'm glad I haven't met Justin or Joey's families... or J.C.'s for that matter. Not since months back. None of us really kept contact either. It was just final when J.C. got his sentence. Or maybe you talked with anyone? Maybe it was just I... Okay, my mind is wandering.
Jennifer is moving in her sleep, so she's going to wake up in a matter of minutes. I guess this ends the letter, but write or call me, okay?
Lance