I wake up to see white-yellow lights above me and white walls, and my vision is blurred for a few seconds. Crap. Am I dead? I didn't think I'd go to Heaven. Am I even dead, though? That's the question. My vision becomes clear and I see Brendon sitting in a chair next to me. "Oh, you're awake! You don't know how happy I am to know that," he says, leaning over and squeezing me tight in a hug. "Ow!" I yell out in pain. "Oh sorry," he chuckles a little, but then he realizes it's not funny, so he stays silent after that. "What's wrong?" I saw a doctor come running in, panicking, but then Brendon tells him that everything's fine. His shoulders relax. "Ah, Y/N, you're awake!" He takes off his mask, and I can't believe it.
"Pete Wentz?"
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FanficY/N had a friend, by the name of F/N. She always talked about something called Panic! At The Disco. And when that certain friend takes Y/N to a concert of theirs, something happens, that nobody would've saw coming. === I'm sorry if I don't update on...
