All My Loving <Paul McCartney fanfic>

A/N: All of this story is set in the 90's. sorry its so short or whatever but i love it. also i was up late writing this.

I woke up to the sound of my iPhone chiming. 7 am? Why the hell would I set an alarm for seven in the morning? Then I remembered, the concert. I was finally going to see them, the amazing, the stunning, fab four! I was so excited that I nearly skipped breakfast. Well, like I say, nearly. My oh so motherly mother came galloping into the kitchen, spinning and twirling. She loved getting up early somehow. We had a long journey to Liverpool.

Anyways we got to the concert just in time and after I won a free backstage pass. Could this day get any better?

Actually it got worse. I met them, my beautiful boys. I had a photo with Paul, my favourite Beatle. Then it all went wrong. Paul grabbed me and pulled me behind a table. I was so shocked, what was going on? Then I heard a bang. I looked over and saw my worst nightmare. My mum was on the floor, blood pouring from her chest, slightly to the left. I screamed as tear rolled freely down my cheeks. My mum was dead.

I was taken straight to a police station where i gave a statement as to what had happened along with everyone else there. The police already had the man who was revealed as Mark Chapman. He was aiming for John when my mum jumped in front of him just as the man fired the gun so the bullet hit her instead of John. My mum was a hero.