Concrete Angel [A Justin Bieber Love Story]

My first story! Okay, I re-wrote it with more description. I hope you like it(: fan/vote/comment.

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"So? Can Connor and I go to the park, please Mom?"

"No, sweetie," my mom told me lightly. "You have to clean your room." Then she went back to cleaning the dishes.

I sighed and trudged to my room to make a start on cleaning my room, because it would already take me an hour or so. "So?" the familiar voice stopped me in my tracks. Connor. My 15 year old brother, he had shaggy light brown hair and brown eyes. "Sorry, Connor, but no." I replied while walking into my room. It took awhile to open the door because it was jammed. From the inside, and like literally, I never clean my room.

When I finally got into my room, I looked around. My room had lime green walls with a blue stripe all the way around. I had a queen size bed which had paint splattered covers with turquoise sheets. The floor was trashed with clothes, books, music, homework, you know. The usual that a 15 year old girl would have in their rooms. I searched my room for a specific item and I searched until I found it. My eyes scanned my room until it came upon the CD. My World, Justin Bieber. Yep, I was a Justin Bieber fan.

I walked over to it so I could listen to it. I picked it up and opened the case then ever so gently picked up the CD. I carefully placed the CD into my boom box and pressed play. I lightly tapped my feet on the ground while waiting for the first song,"One Time" to play through the speakers.

"Eh, eh, eh. Me, plus you. Ima tell you one time. Me, plus you..." Justin Bieber's angeletic voice came through my CD player, loud and clear.

"Ah, that's better." I remarked in satisfactory, listening to one of my favorite artists.

I started to lightly sing the lyrics... I had to decide where to start cleaning my room, it was horrindous. Clothes? Music? Yeah, music, I decided to myself. I walked around my room picking up all my CDs, I had many, many CDs. Rihanna. Eminem. Justin Bieber. Selena Gomez. Taylor Swift. Once I picked them all up, I put them onto my CD case shelf, which was also green and it was broken. I had to get it fixed before it toppled over on something. I turned around then heard a knock at my door.

"Yes?" I walked over to my door to answer it. When I opened my door, my brother's dead body fell into my messy room. I gasped and started to cry, I tried my best not to faint. I hated the sight of blood, it made me uncoucious. I leaned down to look at Connor's body. It was motionless, bloody, it had a hole in its chest. Why did this haplen? I grabbed my cell phone out of my back pocket and was dialing 9-1-1 when my parents arrived at my door with a gun in my dad's hand and my mom smirking. Dad pointed the gun at me,"I suggest you don't do that, hunny. If... Well, I suppose you want to, I don't know... Make it through the day I guess." He grinned at the thought of killing both his children in day.

I was just staring at my parents in shock. They killed their own son, with a gun, Connor's dead. The realization hit me, my beloved brother was now dead because my our parents. My parents, Suzae and Timothy Pierce, commited homocide. Oh, my gosh. I started to wimper because I though they were going to kill me next. The wild eyes my dad had were scary and the red scarlet hair my mom had looked like blood. It reminded me of blood, that's for sure.

"Oh, get over it, Selena. You baby." my mom stared hard into my eyes. Her eyes, after a while, started to seem blood red, just like her crazy, physo hair.