the stage is ours l.h.

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song for this: Iris, The Goo Goo Dolls

song quote: all i could breathe is your life

three days full of concerts and screaming fans already had me tired, my dream that night didn't comfort me like sleep usually would.

i was laying in a large, grassy field which wasn't unusual for me to have calming dreams like this. i wasn't alone, Jaime was next to me. she was gently licking her paws and shooting her head up every time a bird would fly past or fly over. 

off in the distance a shape started to take form, a familiar one. i recognized it as soon as i saw it, his slight limp and slow movements. my grandfather.

Jaime automatically sprinted towards him and i got up as well to follow. as i got closer i got more and more confused. when i was sitting behind me, he looked like a shadow more or less. as i was getting closer and closer i could make out faint details of him, but those didn't make my grandfather. it made something else, something worse.

my father.

true, my grandfather was his dad, and they look alike but this my dad. i was to disgusted to even look at him, his twisted smile that he had, the sick rough growl of his voice, and his fists were scarred, battered and bleeding. they brought back the scariest memories and even worse thoughts.

Jaime wasn't running toward him out of love and happiness of her master, but the anger and rage of a despicable human being. she was growling, snarling and biting at the air for him to back up. he kept coming closer and closer to us. i told Jaime to stop and to calm down and she retreated to my side.

i could hear his evil cackling at the dog, at it's 'stupidity' to even think of attacking, i heard him say.

he pulled the silver revolver he had always carried around the house, out of the holster. you see most people would be terrified, but i was used to guns, my father worked at a gun range back in the day and everyone of the workers there new me and thought of me as the baby there. 

the next thing i knew, the gun fired, the sickening crack of the machine echoed through the clearing. i heard a yelp from beside me. he shot Jaime.

before i had the chance to cry out, he as swiveling his body to aim at me, and as he was about to fire my grandfather out of no where lunged in front of me and protected me from the bullet flying through the air. landing with a sickening thump on the ground while blood spilled from his stomach. 

every thing change to the funeral. i don't know where we are but i saw my band there we were huddled together in the corner with our instruments and i had guitar. i started strumming a song my grandfather would sing to me when ever i felt sad or scared. Puff The Magic Dragon by Peter Paul and Mary. it was my childhood song and even to this day i get emotional every time i hear it. tears were freely flowing from my cheeks and the other girls as well. once it was over the guests were sadly clapping.

 i woke up with a shake with two sad and sleepy eyes staring down at me.

"are you ok Andy?" he asked in a deep Australian accent. 

"uh, " i said wiping my cheeks, i pulled my hands away wet and i looked at them confused. had i been crying?

"i'm alright, Calum, really," he gave me a worried look and shook his head.

"are you sure, you don't look like it." he said,"i went to go to the restroom and i heard you crying and i came in here and you were tossing and turning, while singing a song."

"oh my gosh that's so embarrassing," i said, rubbing my eyes, and yawning while resting my elbows on my thighs and my hands on my forehead.

"no it's ok," he said, brushing my matted hair back."you just had me a little worried. do you wanna talk about it?"