Concert Fallout

Chapter Three

        

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                CHAPTER THREE

        Three songs in and my ears are getting used to the sound of screaming fans and cheers. I’m beaming with happiness of where I am, right now. Demi had noticed me two times since the concert started, her brown eyes looked right into mine. I grabbed her hand for just a moment as she passed my part of her crowd. Feeling her soft skin and sweaty palms from singing her butt off, its.. surreal. My makeup is becoming messy from the uncontrollable tears as I sing along with her, “believe in me.” The song that strongly spoke to me, from her first album, that still speaks to me and continues to manage to choke me up when I listen to it, to this day. I feel like I’m in a different universe, because I feel like I belong here. I can feel the music run through my veins and soul, moving my entire body. My heart is almost beating out of its chest from excitement. As Demi finished her song, she steps off stage to change wardrobe for her next set.

“I’m gonna head to the bathroom to freshen up.” I say to Lydia in her ear as the intermission music plays.

“Okay, but hurry back!” she yells back in my ear, apparently going death more than I am.

I smile and head out of the aisle, but then my brother stops me.

“where are you going?” he shouts.

“to the bathroom, I’ll be right back!” Connor looks at me with worry, considering this is my first place being here. “I’ll be fine.” I say, not so loudly, for he is now reading my lips.

        He manages to nod and releases his grip from my arm. Walking out to the top of the stairs, trying to get past the crowd, I look back behind me to make sure I don’t miss anything. Scanning for the bathroom doors  I walk quickly to keep from missing anything else. As I walk through the door, searching for a missing stall, I hear a lock from behind me. I turn around to see the guy from earlier looking over at me with that same smile.

“Umm, think you got the wrong room.” I say slowly stepping backward from him.

“No, I don’t think so.” “See my friend and I have been watching you all night and we were wondering if we could take you out of here.” He says to me like he’s a friend of mine.

Starting to feel wrongful about this guy, I start to feel frightened, “Who-who’s your friend?”

“You’ll meet him later.” His smile grows larger, as he steps closer to me.

        Not even thinking of my next move, I manage to run past him towards the door, trying to unlock it with my shaky hands. Before I know it, he grabs me from behind, lifting me off the ground.

Trying to get myself free from his grip, I punch him with my elbow, he then drops me on the tiled ground. Kicking him by surprise, I try for the door again. I scream for help, but no one can hear me, the musics too loud. The guy is able to get up again, coming at me with now, an angry, aggrevaited face. The doors lock is jammed, screaming for help again, it’s no use, no one can hear me. Stepping backwards as much as I could wishing the room was larger with my heels at the wall. Shutting my eyes, avoiding to look at him. I feel his tired, hot breathe on my cheeks as he speaks. “You’re gonna be a handful, aren’t you?” he asks with a near whisper.

Before I could do anything, I feel a wet cloth pressed to my mouth, opening my eyes I see his face again, but along with a blur. I start to feel groggy. Feeling weightless, I vaguely see him pull his arm over him. He opens the door, the music blaring again. Getting sleepier I can hear Demi has returned on stage. Giving my best effort to say something, to scream something, I just mumble. Getting weaker, I hear someone speaking.

“Hey, is she alright?”

Hearing the estranged guy answer, “Yeah, she just had a little to drink. Don’t worry, I’m taking her home.”

Effortlessly telling the stranger he’s lying, only small mumbles come out again. I feel like I’m being dragged out, I hear Demi’s voice fading, she’s singing ‘Give your heart a break.’

Even after the doors close, her voice is cutting through but then I suddenly black out completely. Only with the sound of my thoughts.

They say when you’re knocked out you are completely out, but how can those people know exactly? I mean you’re out. Least for me I manage to still think to myself but only myself. I feel like I’m sleeping, like I’m dreaming and I am having a nightmare, for I know what just happened but not what’s gonna happen next. I was taken, from my brother, my best friend, my family, my rolemodel, everybody.