Everyone screamed in horror including me at the sight of Brendon getting shot. "IS HE OK?!" I hear a young girl scream. "THAT SHOT BRENDON!! OH MY GOD!!" Other people yelled. I started to cry, and the three man laughed. "That's what he gets for being a homo piece of shit." One of the mans said. They left with nothing, and people started to run away. No one stayed back, not even to see if Brendon was ok. I raced to the stage, and saw blood scattered across the stage. I found him, and raced to him. "Brendon! Oh my god, your gonna be fine I promise..ok?" I try to stay calm. He nods groaning. I put my hand his chest. "SOMEOEN, OVER HEAR!! PLEASE?!!!" I scream on the top of my lounges. Brendon looks at me with a lazy smile, and starts to blink slowly. "Brendon?! Hell to the NO! Your not dying, ok?!" I yell, and shake him. He groans even more, and starts to cough up blood. "Oh my god...oh my god.." I start to cry, "SOMEONE!!!".
