Intro:

What would the world be like if it’s hero, it’s icon, it’s most-loved member, died? Well, like my world now. My boyfriend, Justin Bieber, died in a car accident last month. Everyone’s taking it hard. Pattie never leaves her house. Fans have lost hope in their dreams, I always have tears in my eyes. The world just isn’t right without Justin.

Latley some weird things have been happening to me. I feel like I can feel Justin’s gentle touch on my waist, and his sweet kisses on my neck. He’s always in my dreams. In them, he’s trying to tell me something, but I wake up right before he can. I could’ve sworn I saw him, and I know for a fact I’ve heard his voice at least 5 times today alone.

But no one believes me. I told Pattie, and she called me crazy. She told my Mom, and I’m now in therapy. They treat me like I have some kinda Sixth-sense. I don’t, but I do know when I saw my boyfriend. See, I have a theory for this all, and it’s kinda crazy, but we all need to take a leap of faith, right?

I believe Justin Bieber isn’t dead. No, I believe he’s very alive.

You can read Whiplash Here:

http://pagesofbieber.wordpress.com/whiplash/