The best day of her life, the one she knew she'd never forget, as she sang and danced in the fan area with her best friend. The day she dreamt of; better than any daydream she could conjure up in your head.
It was all going so well,
Until she saw the figure, standing parallel to the edge of the stage. The person stood stoic, dark, like an ominosity looming over the sparkling atmosphere. Her blood froze when she saw him pull out, what was so unmistakably a gun, aiming it at one of the boys on stage. She knew who, it was hard not to.
It was a split-second decision, but she acted. Shoving, pushing and climbing over the barriers, faster than any of the security could act, she scrambled up on the confetti-laden stage, sweaty and panting; running past the very men she looked up to, respected and admired. Without thinking much, she body checked him and the other 2 beside him to the ground.
Who knows where her 5'4'' figure found the strength from? But the next second,
BANG!
It hit her, she knew it the second pain burst around her chest. She began swaying, her eyelids suddenly feeling like they'd been plated with lead, her knees buckling as she crumpled to the floor after what seemed like a suffocating few seconds. And the arena erupted in chaos!
The front of her white shirt was now turning red fast, and everything around her had started to sound like it was coming from underwater.
She felt hands, rolling her onto her back, gently slapping her cheeks. Heard a voice desperately begging her to stay awake, open her eyes. Her best friend screaming somewhere in the background.
Amidst the chaos, reaching her nostrils past the scent of iron and gun powder was a scent that she wasn't familiar with...the voice though...she knew...
He was safe, she could rest now. 'I saved him,'