Justin Bieber's Stalker

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛Chapter 1♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

You peeled your eyelids back into your skull as you awoke from another wonderful dream about Justin Bieber. Your Justin Bieber body pillow was soaking wet with pee. You gave the fake Justin a kiss and wiped the bitter liquid off your mouth. Oops! Looks like I peed on Justin again. "Sorry Justin! I'll clean you up when I get home from school! I promise." You took off your Justin Bieber pajamas and picked out a new chic outfit to start off the day. You played some Justin Bieber music on your phone while you changed into a Justin Bieber shirt and jeans that were Justin's favorite color. 

Your room was decorated with Justin Bieber posters, dolls, albums, and any merchandise you could get your hands on. When your friends would come over, you explained that the merchandise could be worth millions in a hundred years, that's the reason you have it.

You slid your arms into the straps of your Justin Bieber backpack. People at school would bully you for your slight obssesion with him, but you didn't see it as a big problem. Your mother begged with you to go to therapy but since you technically didn't have to go to therapy against your own free will, you didn't. You snatched your Justin Bieber lunchbox and got onto the school bus. You heard people whispering behind your back. 

You didn't care that people bullied you, because Justin said to stay strong and be you, so obviously you did. The bus stopped and you got off and walked to the school. Throughout your classes you didn't pay attention to the teacher, instead you thought about Justin's dreamy smile and charming voice. Once school ended you went to your daily Justin Bieber concert. Your mom was always broke because the tickets were expensive but you didn't care.

Justin was the only thing that you lived for. He was the reason you got up in the morning, the reason you got through your depression and countless other mental illnesses. You were addicted to him. To his body. To his very soul and whole being. You were his number one fan. And you wanted to prove that. You went to his concert and you got VIP tickets since you hacked into your mother's credit card account. The security guards had to go outside because there was a gun emergency. You were stuck backstage with no one but you and Justin.

You couldn't control your body, it's like it was moving on it's own. You approached Justin Bieber with a devilish grin and stroked his volumous head of hair. It felt like the feathers on an angel's wings. You pounced onto him and start ravenously kissing all over his Greek God like body. He was paralyzed in shock and fear. He couldn't move a muscle as you marveled at his body. "Justin, don't you love me?" You panted. "I don't even know you!" He cried in agony as you continued to squeeze his biceps. 

Finally the security arrived and managed to pry you off of him. You shrieked and clawed at their eyes and tore off their flesh like Play-Doh. You grabbed Justin and took him into your van and drove off to an abandoned warehouse. You strapped him to a chair and put a rag into his mouth, preventing him from screaming. "I wish we could've met under better circumstances, Justin. But you gave me no choice. I need you." You tenderly cupped his cheek and smiled. "I'll be back." You turned and left him. 

You had the perfect idea. Slaughtering people and sacrificing them to Justin would surely get him to love you. You bought a machine gun and some ammunition. You went to the local bank and started shooting. Adrenaline was coursing through you and you let out a wicked laugh. People screamed but it was no use. You made sure the security cameras saw your face. You took out your phone and recorded it on your Instagram story. "THIS IS FOR JUSTIN!" You said, uploading the video. It immediately started getting views. People did reaction videos to it. 

You left the bank and went to a coffee shop where the news was playing on a TV. 

Newsreporter: Justin Bieber goes missing and Kiki DeLorez shoots up bank and sacrifices people to Justin. She is a 14 year old Caucasian female. She is 5'1'', has pink hair and brown eyes. If you see this girl, do not interfere. Call police immediately. She is a killing machine. There will be curfew at sundown. Military are patrolling the streets. This is a global crisis. America is on lockdown. Board your windows and doors. This is not a drill!

You kept your head to the ground and walked out and to the warehouse. This is where the fun began.