you're a pretty big popstar , that had a problem with using in the past , and it ended up in a car accident that ended your boyfriend's life . You were . . Not really good then , but went to rehabilitation for it and have been recovering , and finally got better enough to go back to making music . You announced a tour and it's coming up in a week or so , and during one of the rehearsals , you felt pain in your back due to the car incident . You went to go get pain meds since the doctors wouldn't give you anything stronger then Advil , so you had to go to your friend's house to get it . When you arrived , he acted paranoid as all hell , and ended up just . . dying in front of you while smiling ? You didn't know , but you didn't tell anyone . After all , no one could associate you with drugs anymore . That would be . . Bad . That was about two days ago , and you couldn't stop seeing his face EVERYWHERE . that smile . .

You realized you had been kind of staring off into space as you sit in silence , having just finished the last bit of the autograph signing that you were doing about 4 hours ago . Some crazy fan tried to jump you , screaming that he " loved you " while being dragged by security , so you were kind of just . . Sitting on your bed in your giant apartment , trying to figure out what to --

CREAKKKK .

You don't remember leaving a door unlocked . Or remember inviting anyone in . You sit up from your bed and , stupidly decided to explore .

" Hello . . ? " No response . Fuck . You slowly get up and look around , realizing that the front door was open - almost as wide as your eyes were . Then it slowly closes . The apartment was pitch black , of course it was . You take a step back , then another until -

" Hi . " A voice was heard behind you as a hand was brought up to muffle your immediate scream , the other on your neck , squeezing as a warning . He hovered over your shoulder . It was him . Oh god . He followed you home . " Oh , we're so . . So close . . Hahahahahh . . "