"Hollywood is a place where they'll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul," (Marilyn Monroe).
A dark, barren road, completely empty at four in the morning. Million dollar houses are at every turn, every corner. They're all dark, signifying that everyone's asleep. At this hour, one would be in such a deep sleep, even a scream wouldn't wake them. Not a scream. Not a cry for help. Not even police sirens. But would they wake when they heard a gunshot? A girl is standing in front of me. Her arms are outstretched. A 9mm in her tight grasp; the barrel pointed directly at my chest.
The sight of her surprises me. The sight of her here, at four in the morning, at a place she rarely goes to, shocks me. She went out of her way just to kill me. I knew why though. It was what I did. It was what I did years ago. It finally resurfaced and bit me in the ass. I could go to jail for life. I could spend the rest of my time rotting in a metallic room.
But what about him? He would go down with me. He was there. He knew what I did the second I did it. Although, if I died, I wouldn't have to go there. I was already a murderer in everyone's eyes. The paparazzi were officially terrified of me and I might as well have lost all my fans. It was only a matter of time before someone sent in that security footage. The police might as well already be on their way.
"Let's get this over with," she says and repositions the gun. But before the shot went off, I was stolen from reality and placed into my memory...reliving everything that brought me here...reliving my time with him...
Characters: Justin Bieber
, Kenny Hamilton
, Original Character (female)
, Pattie Mallette
, Scooter Braun
, Selena Gomez
, TragedyLength: Epic Length (100,000+ words)Tags: artist
, twitterWarnings: Language
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