There I was. laying there. On the floor, music so loud I couldn't hear the raging party around me. Brendon came over for a brief moment and woke me up. The feeling burning in my mind that someone was going to die returned at that moment. Pow. Gunfire. Blood. The man that I idolized was holding the gun. I didn't know how to feel in that million second minute. It went by so quickly but in slow motion at the same time. The well dressed body of an unknown man was seeping blood. My hands, my hair, the floor. All soaked. Smoke and shattered glass was all I could see. The smell of a party was distinct. I hit the floor once more, this time unconscious.
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FanfictionYou decided to go to a club with your idol and recent friend Brendon Urie, but a gruesome turn of events will change your plans. (Brendon Urie fanfiction, written in the first person.)
