Living a Lie

My sister had once again managed to drag me to some disgusting metal concert. I never saw the purpose of them. Drunks and blaring music. Some weird band were playing. 'Avengers seven' or something, i never cared enough to listen to my sister never ending rambling about boybands. My sister naturally hates me, how i look, complains about how fat i am and spits in my food when she thinks I’m not looking. But when she needed to go somewhere, she had to act nice and drag me along, since our mother never trusted me with anything.

Next to one of the guitarists at the concert was a bright red haired gal. How could I ever forget her? The very symbol of sex and eating disorders. Another thing I know, she’s in an on and off relationship with the porcupine guitarist. The dating is mostly just for PR, and she seems like a pure bitch, so I feel sorry for the probable drug addicted moron.

She's my sisters biggest idol, Nightmare’s singing is something my sister could give a five hour lecture on. I wouldn't mind to have her voice, but I wouldn't waste it on singing loud annoying metal music. Her clothes were light and her dress showed off everything I wanted to hide. I mean, everyone says that boobs don't count if you're fat. But her body is perfect, skinny but has perfect curves. I'd sell my soul for her body. Her dress was black, white and red with a skull with bat wings on the skirt piece.

Right at this moment, I noticed that my sister was missing, and started frantically looking around the large crowd. When I was just about to throw a full on panic attack over the thought what my mom would do If I lost my own sister, I found her, standing over by some big metal thing at the back talking to some moronic drunk.

Walking towards her with angry steps, she looked at me and rolled her eyes. My eyes did not leave her, until I heard a loud clang and the music stopped playing. The crowd grew dead silent, no one saying a word as multiple medical experts. Let me guess, drug OD? The buffed out singer, soon looked out on the large crowd of thousands, and practically screamed into the microphone that they needed to move. I did not know what he meant, until I looked back.

The large metal pillar that my sister was standing under, was stating to fall, the entire crowd moved out of the way, running like they were chased my death itself, and they were. But the only thing that caught my eye, was that my sister was not moving from the place where she stood, her eyes fixated at the large object falling down on top of her.

No one stood out to help her, everyone running for themselves, many already running out the huge arena doors. Bashing through the crowd that ran towards me, I pushed every slut, every drunk and every drug addict out of the way. I was frantically screaming my sister’s name, trying to scream louder than the huge crowd was. I’m describing this as if it happened over minutes, but when someone you care about is in danger, everything you see goes into slow motion.

Just as I reached her, the pillar was inches away from her pale blond hair, and I tackled her so hard she flew out of the way, but I was not so lucky. Me smashing my sister out of the way, lead to me taking the hit. I do not know what happened after that, it was black and quiet for a while. Then I heard a familiar voice.

My sister was screaming at me, she wanted me to open my eyes, to speak, to move anything. But it was all black, no pain, just shadows. I tried to open my eyes to see why it didn't fall onto me, but it was like my eyes were glued together, the more I tried, the harder it became. Did it hit me? Did I save her? Is she ok? Why can't I feel anything? My mind started to shut down, all the noise from horrified fans and a scared sister faded, and for the first time in my life, I experienced the calmest moment in my life.

Am I going to die?

Amanda’s POV. (Emma’s sister)

It had landed on her, Everything except my own sister’s head was crushed, the crowd were still running for their lives and M.Shadows and the rest of Avenged Sevenfold didn't say a word, they looked like ghosts, like they did not understand what just happened.

Medical experts came rushing towards me, and tried to pull me away from my sister. I bit one of the workers in pure anger, if something happened to her, I would be screwed. Mom would disown me!

"OPEN YOUR EYES! PLEASE SAY SOMETHING! MOVE SOMETHING! OPEN YOUR EYES! PLEASE! EMMA PLEASE OPEN YOUR EYES"

She looked so calm, like she was laying on a beach somewhere in Hawaii, or sleeping in on the first day of spring break. When they had pulled her out from under the massive light setup they rushed her away in a ambulance, I demanded to go with them so of course they allowed me, I was family was I not?

The medics were working their asses of to keep her heart beating, she looked even uglier than I thought was possible, I just wanted to see her survive. I still cared about her, I just didn't want her to know. When we arrived I was lead to a waiting room and she was rushed of my at least thirty surgeons into the emergency surgery room and in one of the bed that was being pushed into surgery just a few rooms away. Was Nightmare.

I had to call my mother, she has to get down here. NOW! Her favourite daughter, isn't going to make the night. I never cared about her. But not I will never have the opportunity to show that I can be a good sister, like she always was to me, even though I was a piece of a . I picked up my phone and called my mother.

"Hello? I'm in a meeting darling. What do you want?"

"I'm at The Saints Hospital. Emma's in surgery."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! IS THIS A JOKE?!" My mother screamed at me and I formulated it as easy as I could.
"She's going to die, Mom. Help."

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