I felt the bullet go through me. I felt the burning brass rip through my flesh and heart. I remember the pain that came with it, and the cold concrete floor. I remember people screaming and looking up at the stage and Andy.
"No," I whispered. A tear fell from my eye as the room began to blur. Please, get up. Get up, Andy. The light from the stage became one giant blur of light, but he still remained still. He didn't move, just remained still and lifeless. People still need you. Please get up. "Andy!"
That was the last thing I remembered, before waking up in my room. I looked around and I saw drawings of Black Veil Brides and posters taped to the wall. My closet was open and I could see the mountain of clothes falling for there. There were books and clothes scattered around the room.
     Ring! My phone lit up the dark room. I grabbed it and looked at the screen. Liz. I answered it.
     "Happy birthday, Mia!" she said cheerfully. I made a face of confusion.

     "It's not my birthday, Liz," I said, not trying to hide the fact that I was confused.
     "Yes, it is. It June 20th, like it is ever year," Liz said.
     "No, it's not," I argued. "My birthday was the day that An..." I stopped mid sentence and I could hear Liz yelling at me to finish the sentence. "What happened at the concert? And what day is it?"
     "Huh? It June 19th, well now it's June 20th. And the concert isn't until 6 p.m., Mia. Are you okay?"
     "So it was a dream. Thank God," I whispered. Liz asked what was that. "Nothing. Just a bad dream that I'm thankful that's all it is." Tears began to fill up my eyes and I began sobbing silent sobs. "I'm going to let you go, Liz. Goodnight."
     "See you in the morning, Mia." Liz hung up and I dropped my phone.
     Thank God, it wasn't real. Thank God. I continued to cry until I fell asleep.