(Y/N)'s POV:
Finally. After 8 long, tiresome hours I'd finished the hell that I call my job. I'm a singer and despite this being my dream job since I was like 8, it's an awful lot of work! It's definitely worth the effort though in about two days time I'm going to be performing at one of the biggest concerts ever! I'm finally going to be able to meet some of my fans! I better update my Instagram, due to all the practice I had going on I hadn't even had time to tell my fans the news! I opened up Instagram, I was currently at 200k followers, just to think that in a few days time that number would change by thousands maybe even millions!
I ran to the bathroom to check my hair and makeup hadn't completely fucked up from work, even if one hair was out of place I knew that wouldn't be something that social media would let slide. I knew long before I started to grow my platform that everyone who viewed and engaged with influencers, social media stars ect was constantly judging them, leaving hate comments, spreading rumours and what not but I guess that's the sacrifice you have to make for fame.
I readjusted my hair and slapped on an extra layer of makeup just to be safe and positioned my phone before going live.(Y/N)'s livestream:
"Hey guys it's (Y/N) here how is everyone?"Comments began flooding in, a lot quicker than usual, it would be hard to keep track of all the questions I got at this rate , thankfully I usually had my friend Brittany modding my live.
Brittany was super popular amongst influencers, she was close with the famous Korean DJ named UnO, I'd never been a big fan of Uno, i found her stuck up and annoying. However, tonight Brittany didn't seem to be online, I guess I could try keep track of everything for a little while. I shrugged it off and went back to talking to my fans:" So you guys I've got some big news!! In two days time I'm going to be performing at that HUGE LA festival! If you're in the area you should so totally purchase some tickets! I'll be hanging around a little while after my performance so don't be shy to ask for selfies ect", I said with a laugh.
About fifteen minutes had passed and Brittany still wasn't here, I swear if she'd ditched me for UnO...
"Sorry if I don't get round to answering many of your questions, my moderator seems to be having connection issues", I said awkwardly, mentally face palming at my lame excuses.
Brittany where the fuck are you...
*Buzz buzz*"Oh shit sorry guys i gotta take this! Speak to y'all later!", I said, blowing a kiss towards the camera.
I quickly shut down the live to answer the call, it was from Brittany. She better have a good excuse (much better than the ones I made on my live stream).
"HEY Brit! what the hell was that? My fans are going to hate my now-"
"(Y/N) FINALLY! I'VE BEEN CALLING EVERYONE I KNOW! KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN-"
I set my phone down at a decent angle trying to make out where Brittany was, she looked like a total mess, her mascara was dripping down her face and she was covered in- blood...
"Brittany where are you? What's going on?", I said trying to keep my voice as quiet as possible.
"(Y/N) th-th-there's someone here...my battery's about to go...I don't know where I am. This guy drove me to some junkyard and then"-
I heard a loud scream and then the sound of Brittany's phone drop.
"BRITTANY WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU I'M CALLING THE POLICE!", I yelled.
"(Y/N) HELP! GET THE FUCK OFF ME! (Y/N)! (Y/N)!", Brittany screamed.
What the fuck was going on? The blood on her face seemed real and I could've sworn I heard someone else's voice. After a few more loud screams and sounds that I couldn't explain everything went quiet. Her camera seemed to be soaked in blood, what the fuck was going. I stayed in the call waiting for her to pick up the camera laughing, revealing that this was all some sort of sick joke. After a couple of minutes someone picked up the phone. It wasn't Brittany.
"Oh my gosh Brittany are you there?", I asked, this all felt like some cliché scene from a horror film.
I looked up at the camera a guy in a blue shirt with messy brown hair was holding her phone.
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO BRITTANY!", I YELLED.
The guy stared at the phone as if just releasing that I was there, he immediately ended the call.
I simply sat on my floor, trying to process what had just happened. Did I just hear my best friend die?I grabbed my phone, rapidly dialing 911, "911 what's your emergeny?"
"I think my best friend just died", I replied through tears.
"Right, I need you to stay calm and answer my questions, were you with your best friend at the time of her death?", Asked the officer on the other end of the call.
"No, I don't know where she was, it was some kind of junk yard I think. She was with a man I think.", I said trying to recollect my thoughts.
"Were you able to identify this man? Could you tell us your friend's name, address and where you were at the time of this incident?"
"No, he had brown hair and a blue t-shirt that's all I can remember. I'm staying at the Los Angeles apartments, left from the Staples Center and-"
When the call had finished everything felt like a blur...
(A/n: ! Hope y'all enjoyed and not gonna lie I'm pretty sure I spelt Brittany wrong...)
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