Tragedy

Chapter 1

I'm finally here. I've been waiting for this for so long and I'm in denial that this is actually happening; I'm seeing my favorite band, The 1975, perform live. As the band's crew sets up the stage, I shake with pure excitement.

"Move!" I looked over to see a young girl, about my age perhaps, who looked back with ferocity. I took a good look at her; She had on black leather pants. a red crop top and fiery red lip stick. She was gorgeous. She had long brown hair that inched towards her bottom and green eyes that resembled an emerald. Her body looked like one of a Victoria's Secret model. I became instantly jealous; why couldn't I look like that?

"I-I'm sorry." I responded. I moved a little to the left so she could walked by. Why was she so rude to me?

That's when I saw him; tall, lean, and covered in tattoos. He had thick brown hair that looked as if it would fall carelessly over his forehead if it weren't for the rather large bandana holding it into place. He was walking so close to the rude girl, it looked like he'd get lost without her.

"Sorry. Excuse us." He said politely and gave me a wink complemented my a creepy smirk. My stomach turned a bit as I looked away. They were both freighting and I wanted nothing more than for them to scurry away so I could enjoy what I had come here to. If he was with the not-so-polite girl then why would he wink at me? He was handsome, there's no denying that, but there was something about him that did not give me a good feeling.

"Hello, everyone! Thank you for coming out tonight! We're The 1975 and we hope you enjoy the show!" Matty's familiar British accent rang through my ears so smoothly. I was front row and I could hear him clearly. Way too clearly actually; it was so loud I could barely hear myself think. It was well worth it though. As they started to play one of their most famous hits, Chocolate, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was the guy with the bandana. I quickly looked away. Why was he trying to get my attention and where was Ms. Rude? I didn't see her anywhere. He tapped my shoulder again and I turned around.

"What?" I spit out. He didn't say a word but he pointed over to the exit. No, no way would I miss the rest of this concert. I shook my head "no" in response to his strange request. He returned my remark by shaking his head "yes." He grabbed me by the shoulder and lead me out.

"What's your problem? Get off of me!" I yelled. Who did this guy think he was? He grabbed me by the waist and pulled my body closer to his. "Get away from me!" He laughed and I wanted to cry. Tears started to escape my eyes in result of being so scared.

"Calm down! Shut the fuck up!" He yelled back and covered my mouth when I began to scream. He took my hand, despite all of my attempts to get away, and lead my toward the parking lot.

"Wh-where are you t-taking me? What do you w-want?" I manage to get out. I don't understand what is going on right now. I'm so scared and I just want to run away. I began to slip through his fingertips and I ran for what felt like a second before I was pinned to the ground.

"Where the fuck to you think you're going?" He was so close to my face, so I did what I thought was a smart decision. It was quite the opposite. I spit right in his face in disgust. He ripped my body off the ground and threw me into his black trunk.

That's all I remember before I black-out.