part one

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Suddenly the music was drowned out by a constant ringing. She covered her ears with her hands and tucked herself under the seats. Her calm composure rivaled all those who frantically rushed away from the threat and screamed. She squeezed her eyes shut and curled up into a tight ball, trying to avoid further injuries. 

After what felt like an eternity, she felt a calm press of a hand on her back before she looked up at the EMT who held out his hand for her to grab. She crawled out from under the seat before being pressed under his arm and rushed out of the doors. 

She held her hand to shield her eyes from the blinding sunlight when she squinted her eyelids tight. She heavily relied on the man assisting her because of the constant ringing in her ears. She was sat down on the curb of the closed-off road, awaiting medical attention. 

Her knees and palms were cut up and bleeding. She rubbed her face and felt the wet blood still dripping down her face from her ears and nose. The questions that the people continued to ask her were so muffled that she had to ask them to be repeated so she could gain the keywords and guess to answer. She had stated that all she heard was ringing but nevertheless, they persisted. 

Confused is the only word she could use to describe what she was feeling. All around her were friends and family merely screaming in pain and anguish or crying from happiness. She slowly walked across the grass and sidewalk to her brother who quickly tucked her into his arms and wept silently.  

Her ears still rang from the constant yelling as she clutched her brother's shirt in her fists. She felt his hand pat her head before she looked up at him, worry flooding her face. He walked her to her friend's mother, who still seemed to be looking for someone. 

"Have you seen my daughter?" the worried mother grabbed the girl's hand in hers and stared into her eyes. 

"No... no, I haven't," she looked at the mother shoot her glance back into the crowd before she let go of her hands. 

The mother's screaming was soon drowned out by another set of sirens and police radios. 


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