I screamed as I was swallowed up into the crowd if screaming fans. I groaned in pain as I was stepped on, kicked and punched. I felt a slight sting in the middle of my back, which turned into the most horrible pain I have ever felt. I could hear sirens. The fans quickly ran into the empty streets.
I tried to lift myself up but stopped when I felt pain shoot throughout my whole body. I couldn't move my legs or head. I could barely see out of my left eye because it was nearly swollen shut.
I saw men and women, obviously paramedics, lift my up and plop me onto a stretched quickly. The pain came back and I screamed. The people strapped me down to the table and I felt a needle in my forearm. Then everything was black.
*Joe POV*
I walked into the elevator and quickly pressed the button for our floor. "This place is awes-" I went to say to Clara but noticed she wasn't behind me. Or anywhere in the elevator..
Where could she be? She probably took the stairs. I shrugged to myself assuming that is what she did. We stopped at floor 28 a minute later.
The four of us stepped out and pulled our bags along with us. I took out our room key and unlocked the door. Inside was a large L shaped couch, a huge flat screen television and abstract paintings on the walls. Five doors lined the wall next to the big kitchen across from the living room.
We opened them all, revealing two regular bedrooms. TV, bed, dresser. One was the master, A king size bed, a couch, a Flat screen, two dressers, a vanity and two other doors. One a closet and the other a bathroom.
The other two doors revealed a coat closet and a bathroom. We decided that Clara would get the master and we would share the other two.
It had been an hour and Clara still wasn't back. I was about to go look for her when my cell rang. 'St. Francis Hospital' the caller ID said. Confused, I answered.
'Is this Mr. Joseph Trohman?' The monotone voice asked me.
'Yes' I replied still confused.
'Your daughter Clara has been in an accident. She is in horrible condition. Please come immediately'
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Hola! Sorry it took me so long to update. and this is really short. Thank you for reading!
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The Record Store (Fall Out Boy Fanfic)
Teen FictionThe story of Clara Mordecai. A 14 year old girl. An orphan. An emo. A punk. A Fall Out Boy fan. This is the story of how she met her favorite band. Who knew what great things can come out of working at a record store?
