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Strange

It was a cold, rainy Tuesday as i walked down the busy streets of New York City. Ever since i moved here from Los Angeles, it's been a big change. No paparazzi, no drama, just me and a comfterable apartment on 55th street. I came here not only to escape my problems from LA, but to find myself. I needed this, a quite place for myself in a busy city where i couldn't be easily spotted on a regular day while strolling by. It was nice, being able to roam around freely without being afraid i'd be hunted down by fans and paps. This city was different.. it gave me a sense of freedom. Somewhere i could be myself and just figure out myself. It's what i needed.

As i got off the elevator onto the 6th floor, i fiddled around in my front pocket of my jeans to find my keys to my apartment. When i found them, i unlocked the door and closed it behind me, l flung my keys onto the kitchen counter once i took my jacket off. Walking into the kitchen, i poured myself a glass of orange juice and gulped it down. As i started to look through the fridge to find something to eat, i heard loud knocks at my door. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Who the hell is that? I dont know anyone here. Hesitant, i walked towards the door and peeped through the hole to find 3 teenage girls, with my tears rolling down their faces. At first i was confused, until they knocked again screaming "Justin! We love you, please can we just take a picture with you?" I sighed in annoyance. I came here to get away from people.. Why can't i just be left alone for a little while? Damn. Angry, i opened my door and they gasped in amazment at the sight of me. I stopped myself from rolling my eyes and one of the girls screetched "Oh my God! I love you!" I'll admit, she was one hell of a sexy girl. Long blonde hair, down to her hips, dimples on each side of her cheeks and a gorgeous smile and sexy body i might add. But i snapped out of my thoughts as they all ran to me, embracing me in a tight hug that i could barely breath. "Woa woa, get off me please. Girls, i'll take a picture with you just please let go of me." They whined and let go and got their phones out. I took a few pictures with them, showing a faint smile as they kept whispering to eachother how lucky they are to meet me. They thanked me and gave me their last hugs before they scurried off. Chuckling slightly, i was impressed how they actually left without me having to beg them too. Usually when fans meet me, they refuse to let me be so i have to beg them to leave me alone. But they actually left without having me to be rude. So that was nice.

I walked back into my apartmet, flopping down on the couch. I began to flip through the channels until i came upon the news. "BREAKING NEWS. JASON MCCAN HAS ESCAPED. HE IS SAID TO BE IN NEW YORK CITY," I chucked softly and shook my head, and murmured "stupid." They showed a picture of him and damn, i'll admit he looked scary as fuck. But i quickly shook that thought away and the news reporter continued on with saying "IF SPOTTED. DO NOT GO NEAR HIM. CONTACT THE POLICE RIGHT AWAY." I just turned off the tv, and huffed in annoyance at how stupid this guy was. Like you escape from jail after killing a bunch of people and you expect to not be found? What a fool. I shrugged and got up, going to the kitchen and made myself some dinner and kept thinking about the idiot who managed to escape from jail.

Next morning~~~~

I stepped out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around my waist and brushed my teeth. I dried off and changed into my outfit of the day. Black skinny jeans, a light grey sweatshirt, white supras and sunglasses. I geled my hair into a spiked up mess, like always, adding some spuff. I grabbed my keys and headed out towards the elevator and out of the building. I put my hands in my pockets and made my way down 55th street and into the hectic part of the city, Times Square. I looked around as i walked, i didnt even know where i was going but i kept on going. I loved the feeling of walking around and feeling like a normal person: no one freaked out at the sight of me except for a few girls who regocnized me but i kept on walking. I felt as if someone was following me, but i ignored the feeling knowing i was probably just being paronoid.

Leaving Starbucks, with my peppermint mocha in hand, i continued making my way down the busy streets of the city taking in the beautiful view. I smiled to myself and just then, i felt someone slip their cold hand up my shirt from behind and into my front pockets of my jeans. I froze in place not being to move and their grip became tight, as i could feel them near to my ear. "Don't fucking move. Don't make a sound or your'e dead. Got it?" He said in a raspy, rouch voice. I dropped my coffee, losing all the feeling in me, feeling completely numb. I didn't move, didn't speak. I just felt his hands grab my waist as he pulled me into the van near the side of the street. He shoved me in the back and got in beside me, "Drive! Drive, fucking drive now!" He yelled, causing me to jump as he still had his tight grip on me. The driver of the van sped off as i heard him say " Fuck Jason, what are you going to do with this one?" he laughed. Jason? I thought to myself. I hesitated but i looked to my side slowly, feeling my jaw drop and the feeling in my hands and feet go completely numb. Jason. Jason McCann. "Oh dont worry. He'll be mine for a very long time," he replied back to the driver with a devilish smirk on his face.