Demented [Justin Bieber]

Chapter 1 -'The Royal Kings Restaurant'

Chapter 1 - 'The Royal Kings Restaurant'

Justin's P.O.V

"Good afternoon Mr. Bieber please board the cruise using this entrance. Be ready to show your passport, ticket and identification. Enjoy your experience travelling with The royal West Pacific Cruise. And I hope you have an amazing time where ever your travelling to next ". The short Italian looking man greeted me onto the cruise.

"Thank you". I thanked him whilst sticking my hand out for him to shake. He gladly shook it and I took a few steps forward and onto the V.I.P section of the cruise. If only he knew I was a psycho...

If your wondering I'm travelling back to California. I'm coming back from my vacation in Hawaii , my psychologist and counsellor both said that I needed time to think about my problems. And that I needed time to relax and reflect on future life decisions.

I placed my suitcase and my mcm bag besides me on a leather couch whilst everyone boarded the cruise. Looking down at my passport I opened it up.

Justin Drew Bieber

01/03/1994

London, Ontario,Canada

Expires - 16/08/2016

I scanned the information with my beady eyes. Why did my parents leave me ? Why didn't they want me ? Why did they say I was a psychopath ? "You are one" the envious and haunting voice spoke in my head.

Shaking my head I closed my passport up and threw my head backwards and onto the headrest of this plump couch.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a short announcement. We are informing you that this Cruise will be taking off in 30 minutes. Please be sure that you are ready with your identification, passport and ticket. Apart from that please enjoy your trip on The royal West Pacific Cruise to Santa Barbara, California. We will of couse be stopping off at certain places before arriving ". The lady on the secret speakerphone spoke.

Signing I looked down at my phone the time read 1:40pm. Soon enough I let my mind go into all sorts of thoughts.

Why do people even want to help me out I don't need anyone I'm very capable of being by myself.

Also why are people so intrigued to find out about my life and my problems ? Yes I've had a lot of counsellors in the past few years they've come in and out but eventually they've all left because I've driven them all away and I like it that way.

I don't like knowing that 'I'm a psychopath'. But I've always been reminded by my previous counsellors or physiologists. I guess that's why the manager of the private physiology sessions I go to has apparently found some one to be my new counsellor and 'friend' whose around my age.

As if those wimps are going to find a 'friend' for me, I don't do friends. I do myself . I've actually learnt to live by the phrase 'Me, Myself and I'.

Chucking my passport into the pocket of my mcm bag I burrowed my hands into the inner regions of the pocket. Fishing out my Ray Ban sunshades I placed them on the bridge of my nose and over my eyes.

Grabbing my bag and trialling my suitcase along, the rasping sound left by the wheels. I approached a man with green eyes and black hair. He had a smart black suit on, I scanned the front of his blazer until I found his name tag.

The tag read 'Jake' that reassured me that he was a member of the V.I.P staff.

"Excuse me, could you please show me to my suite ?". I lightly tapped his shoulder. He looked back at me for a few seconds before nodding.