Human. {Justin Bieber}

Drinking Game.

Justin Bieber's p.o.v

"Justin look this way"

"Justin are you dating selena?"

"You're such a brat"

The comments were being thrown from everywhere around me, I tried my hardest to ignore them but it was beginning to get hard, too hard. I felt as if the whole world was against me even my beliebers,I wanted nothing more than to give it all up and go back to Canada but I knew that was impossible,not now, this level of fame is ridiculous anything I am too do is on front page news.

Slamming the door behind me I threw my head back and slid down to the floor hiding my face in my knees I feel so fragile yet no one suspects a thing you see im amazing at being extremely fake infront of people,sometimes you've just got to suck it all up and move on but I just cant. Not after losing my precious Avalanna nevermind losing Selena aswell, my whole word is collapsing and ever since the Believe Tour started I need a release of all this pressure and pain. All these thoughs rushed around my head again and again, I need to forgot even for a little while, merely dragging my feet over to the fridge I opened it and grabbed any alcohol in sight placing them all on the table I chugged them one by one, it burnt my throat at first but then it became addicting and I wanted more. By 10.45pm I couldn't even stand up straight

"Justin! what are you doing?" Scooter screamed making me jump and stumble backwards. Shit. "I-i uhm..Im sorry" I slurred keeping my balance "Oh god, I understand its stressfull but drinking, its not the answer" he sighed walking over to the fridge opening it "how much did you drink?" he looked into my already drooping eyes "3 maybe 4" I hiccuped "Dont lie to me Justin, you can't rely on drink, it isnt healthy. Drink lots of water and get some rest" he instructed "oh and brush your teeth, your breath is vile" he added pulling a disgusted face before leaving me alone once again. I had lied to scooter, I had way more than 4 I couldn't even see straight, stumbling onto my bed I collapsed into the sheets feeling my body relieved of the pain for a while my eyes beginning to droop a little and then they closed all at once.

"Good morning sweety" my mom pattie smiled as I walked down the stairs rubbing my eyes weakly, the smell of pancakes soon filled my nose as a big grin appeared on my face "goodmorning mommy" my voice sounded healthy and I felt amazingly refreshed. Walking down the stairs I went to the kitchen sitting down beginning to stuff the pancakes down my throat "this..are sooooo good" I basically moaned finishing the last bite "aw im glad you liked them honey" my mom turned around facing me "now hurry up, you're going to be late for school" she said cleaning the table "school? but I dont.." I began becoming extremely confused "yes justin, you do go to school, now go get changed" she furrowed her eyebrows at me "im justin bieber, you know international popstar, multi millionaire" I chuckled standing up but I soon realised something wasnt right "m-mom, where are we? what year is this? where are my beliebers?" I scrambled out baffling my mom with all the questions "honey sit down, are you feeling okay? were at home in Canada, its 2007 and what is beliebers?" she mumbled still confused by my actions. What? my beliebers are gone? im not famous anymore? I ran over to the computer and searched @justinbieber onto twitter my heart sunk as it came up as "@justinbieber does not exist" my heart begin pounding and I was sobbing silently,how could this have happened? "justin..justin..justin..justin wake up buddy" my eyes shot open my breathing was heavy and my body rose from the bed as I frantically sat up "you okay man?" Alfredo questioned me "I-it was a dream, it was all just a dream?" I panicked grabbing Alfredo's shirt sobbing "please dont take my beliebers away from me..im sorry" I chocked out, he did not say a word just comforted me instead.

I didn't care who walked in right now or what Alfredo thought I kept on crying silently into his shirt before I finally let go and wiping my face "im sorry" I sighed looking down "justin,its alright it's hard I know but you've got to stay strong for your beliebers." he reassured and gave a warm smile before standing up and allowing me to get ready for today,another day. Which means more paparazzi,more lies and more stress. Wonderful. I dangled my legs off the side of the bed lazily standing up and walking to the mirror,I stared at my reflection noticing the bags growing under my eyes and the way my eyes didn't have much life left in the them,I noticed how I didnt have the energy to smile anymore and my skin was pale and fragile. Many tattoos covered my arm each meaning a different thing,very personal to me,some people say tattoos are another way of self harm..I guess they're right. Tattoos are just much prettier scars that are there for life.  Sighing heavily I pulled out a black hoodie and dark grey sweatpants from my suitcase putting them on before wearing an old pair of vans,leaving my hair as it was. I looked out the window to see the already gathering crowd of fans and paparazzi luckily they didnt notice me just standing there staring,I was snapped out of my trance as my phone began ringing.

I saw scooters caller id on the screen and ignored it,after about 15 calls he gave up as I just sat staring out the window. Why did I get this life? Im just a kid from a small town who posted videos on YouTube. Why did this have to happen? I could be at home right now with friends and family and no worries,but no. I'm sitting on the floor by myself thousands of miles from home.

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Whats up guys,My name is Beth and im the wrighter of Human.{Justin Bieber} This is basically a story about how Justin learns to cope with fame and the problems he's faced with in many different way. Please comment,vote and share this story it would mean so much and also tweet me @FADEDJUSTN ♡ Kik// lilzv Insta//pillsnpxstions ((although im Inactive rn))