Why the hell was he one week early? Now, that I know he was in Paris, I should never go out. Then I remembered that I have gotten a job in Starbucks and as I have known, Justin Bieber loves Starbucks Coffee. Why was my life never right? Why was this always going the wrong way?

I close my laptop and put it on the floor before laying in bed again. Before I could think of anything else, my eyes were heavy and my whole body drifted off to sleep.

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First day to work. I was so excited and I could see myself in the uniform standing in the counter area to get everyone's orders. My face held wide grin and I greeted everyone politely. I also tried to speak basic French to ask their orders. They realized that I was struggling and made their orders in English.

It was so fun to see them with friends and family, just having a good morning and a beautiful day ahead. I scanned through the crowd and noticed everyone was holding a fascinating smile on them. It was beautiful to see until my eyes were locked with someone.

That person smiled wickedly at me and held his gaze on me like he was going to eat me. I, then, gasped and realized that it was the one and only Justin Bieber. I tried to run away, but it was too late and I could feel his arms around me bringing a jolt of sparks in me. He whispered evilly, "I found you and now, you're my slave."

I struggled so hard under his arms and tried to get off from his tight grip around me. I finally got the chance to bite his arm and went out the door. I could hear him screaming my name in anger. I ran out to the road and before I could reach the other side, a lorry was honked but he didn't have time to stop.

I was hit forcefully and flew out the street to the pathway. Each part of my body released blood and pain was the only thing I felt that moment. I saw people running towards my body and circled around me. The hurtful thing was instead of helping me, they all laughed at me cunningly before Justin came into the view. He smirked, "Now, die like your father did." I breathed out for air, but it was too late.

I woke up from my horrible nightmare and sat on my bed, trying to regain a normal breathing. I clutched in both sides of my body and breathed through my mouth repeatedly. I didn't know that tears were sprung out my eyes until I could feel my cheeks getting wet. I slept on my stomach and cried into the pillow loudly.

The nightmare made me feel so much worse than ever. Justin wouldn't be that mean, would he? But he killed my father. I kept reminding myself that and making the thought cut me deeper.

My door opened ajar and someone barged into my room. I could feel the bed going down on my right side before somebody rubbed my back up and down. The large hands; I instantly knew it was Luke. He kept repeating the same thing which was "It's okay."

His voice slowed down my crying and I refused myself to face him. "Go away," I whispered weakly.

"Never," Luke said sternly. I was secretly hoping he'd stay because somehow, his softness on me made me calm down and fall into another sleep, again.

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Heh, you thought it was reality?

10th of March, 2017.