Haunted (A Justin Bieber Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

Story Note: "She can run. But she can't hide."

My eyes looked over to my window. I watched as we drive through a number of trees along with houses. Our drive to Stratford made no sounds. It was plain silent. No words were spoken to each other since we got inside the vehicle. It wasn’t awkward, nor was it comfortable. But I was nervous - I knew nothing about Stratford. 

Moving to a brand new place has plenty of advantages and disadvantages. For instance, starting a new from your regrets and mistakes. The adrenaline you’d get, feeling like you’re reborn again. Forget everything you left. Though, you don’t know anything about the location you’ll be in. You won’t know anybody. You won’t know the stuff that goes around the town. You won’t know anything.

No knowledge about anything of course, wouldn’t last forever. Eventually, I’ll have to catch up on the gossip, all the details, and all the people. I have no idea what Stratford has in stored for me for the next couple of months but I’m just hoping I don’t mess anything up here and make matters worse in my life.

My life was not a total misery. I’ve live with my aunt ever since my parents disappeared when I was just 5 years old. She was all I had. We never knew and understood what really happened to my mother and father. It’s not a topic I wish to dwell on. But there were times that I wished I had an idea. But one thing’s for sure… I’m better off without them.

It’s not something I’m saying in a way that I’m upset because they just left and never came back for me but after almost 13 years of living without them, I realized I’m contented as it is. Me and my aunt we’re very close. We were like the best of friends.

Her job on the other hand always had to ruin our fun. Stella was an architect who worked at an engineering company that fortunately supplied the employees a whole lot of clients. And gullible as my Aunt could possibly be, she has never said no to a single client. This is why we’re off to Stratford. To handle yet, another client of hers. A huge one, she says.

I had a lot of freedom growing up. Aunt Stella wasn’t a strict guardian. But she never spoiled me to a point where I wouldn’t know my limits anymore. I spent my childhood years outside the house, playing with friends and occasionally bruising myself from miniature accidents – I am very accident prone. But it didn't matter. I spent my youth to oblivion and I felt ultimately carefree.

When I was a teenager, as you’d expect in any adolescent, I would party on the weekends, get a hangover every once in a while when I woke up, smoke, be reckless with my friends….the whole enchilada. I’m 17 now. I haven’t changed and I don’t really plan on doing so. A girl knows how to have some fun.

I’m not some sort of badass if that’s what you’re thinking. I mean, I wouldn’t state that I was totally irresponsible. I’m normal and I’m not immune to my surroundings. Nobody knows this, but, I get emotional easily. I guess I’m pretty sensitive and shit but one thing’s for sure... I’m not like anybody else.

I felt that I was incomparable at some traits. People didn’t really know me. They don’t know what goes on inside my head. They think I’m all tough and unafraid of anyone when truth be told, I have a large number of fears and worries that concerns me.