Delusional

Chapter 1

☀ Justine ☀

Ain't nobody gonna say nothin about me

A hater ain't gon say shit around me-

I turned my alarm off and grabbed my phone to check if I had any notifications. I had two text messages from an unknown number.

I groaned in frustration because this number has been sending me messages all week.

Hey bby ;)

Can't wait to see you at the party.

I scrunched my face up in confusion. Who and how the hell did they know I was throwing a party.

First off I'm not your fucking baby. Secondly, get the hell out my social life.

I got up and got ready to take a shower when my phone buzzed.

Hmm, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

I grabbed my phone and texted him or her.

Why don't you stop being a bitch and call me so I can hear your damn voice.

I walked to my closet and grabbed my white Levi's, a black lace crop top, and a varsity shirt that had Dope on the back and 05 under it.

My phone buzzed and I picked it up.

"Hello?"

"You wanted me to call you."

"Huh that's funny cause you're covering your voice." I scoffed taking my outfit in the bathroom.

"Bitch don't get smart. I know you better then your own damn self." He growled startling me.

"Nigga you can shut the hell up because you ain't about shit. You're all talk no bite. I wish you would try some shit because I'll cut your ass.'' I yelled hanging up on him.

I got in the shower and ignored his messages for the rest of the day until he just blew up my phone non-stop.

I'm crazy, don't you get it

I'd kill someone for you

Shit I'll even kill you

But not without torturing you first cause you like to talk shit.

I huffed and replied as I out my outfit on.

I'll believe it when I see it.

I walked downstairs and got a bowl out and my favorite cereal. As I poured my cereal I noticed it stunk. Very, very badly. I continued pouring and a dead rat fell into the bowl. I screamed and covered my mouth after falling out my seat.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I read the message.

Oops my bad..

Anger began to boil in me.

It's going to take a lot more to get to me! Nice try fuck face!

I sat on the couch and turned on the television. A documentary happened to be playing about most dangerous serial killers.

It was making me paranoid so I turned to the news.

My phone buzzed causing me to jump. I grabbed my phone and read Nique's message.

Hey you wanna chill til the party?

I thought about it and quickly replied back.

Sure

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"Hey Nique how've you been?" I asked hugging her.

"Fine, I know this is random but some random person has been texting me." She said showing me the messages.

You better tell your little friend to watch her mouth before she gets herself hurt.

Umm wrong number

No I've got the right number and I'm warning you

Um.. I don't know what you're talking about.

It was a link to a video so I clicked on it. It was a slideshow of me. Weird it showed what he'd do to me if I keep talking shit. Whatever I ain't worried.

"It's just someone looking for attention." I shrugged off the eerie feeling.

"Ion know Justine, he sounds pretty serious." Nique said standing up.

"Well if he isn't a bitch he'll face me. Nique it's nothing to worry about. I've got pepper spray and a razor." I said reassuring her.

After the party was over I decided to walk home since my house is like around the corner from where the party was at.

I couldn't help but feel that someone was watching me. It was dark and the only thing lighting the sidewalk was the eerie orangish glow of the street lights.

"It's so cold." I huffed looking at the sky.

"Maybe you should've wore a jacket." I heard a voice say.

I stopped and looked around.

"Who the fuck is out here? Is it you is it the little punk ass bitch?" I asked holding my arms wide open.

All of a sudden I was on the cold ground and a man was towering over me. I ended up blacking out.