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Finding out I was gonna die was by far the most exciting and disturbingly frightening moment of my entire existence. Waking up in the hospital and not knowing where I was was probably in the top five, and seeing my ever so present father sitting in the folded chair next to the bed I was lying on was absolutely in the top ten. Looking over to see tubes sticking out of my left wrist was probably somewhere in the top fifteen, and learning that I hadn't died in a catastrophic concert arena was probably in between nineteen and twenty three. 

Keeping a list of memorable moments was what many would call "childish and stupid," but that's exactly what I've been doing since I fell off the monkey bars in second grade and got my first official adult tooth shattered into pieces. I'd say that is most definitely the beginning of my customized roller coaster in the abandoned amusement park that is life.

I wake up to a beeping noise. That's incredibly stereotypical right. So many novels start a chapter with the sound of the heart monitor located next to the ever so courageous protagonist's hospital bed, hooked up to their ever so pure heart. Well, I don't really view myself as a protagonist. That's why I refuse to begin this chapter of my life with an onomatopoeia in Times New Roman italics.

I stood there shocked. The previously exuberant scene of a sold out concert arena had took a drastic turn. Wires hung from the rafters, crackling and sparking with fatal electricity currents. The stage that the handsome boy had previously stood on now was a gaping hole of darkness. The support beams under the stage had collapsed under the weight of the large Sony speakers and amplifiers. The curtains were up in white hot flames, and the ground was scorched with ashes. Smoke filled the air, and people were scrambling towards the lit up exits, struggling to find their loved ones while being pushed by the equally frantic people behind. 

The performer was nowhere to be found, most likely escorted out by the entire security team that had left the other thirty thousand of us to burn alive. A young woman ran past me, trying to get a connection on her cell in order to phone the authorities. She had hope that they would come rescue us from what was supposed to be the happiest day of our lives. The day all of us got to see our idol perform. I knew. I knew that by the time the ambulances arrived, most of us would be crushed under the rafters of this destroyed stadium.

I couldn't see clearly, and my feet wouldn't allow me to move. I was completely in awe of the havoc around me. I could feel myself becoming slightly light headed, and I knew the toxic chemicals and smoke were slowly starting to suffocate me.

I felt my body hit the ground, and I knew this was going to be the end. All I saw was white and red, electricity and flames. Screaming and crying were all muffled noises in the distance, the foreground of my hearing being taken up my my own thoughts. The last thing I remember before closing my eyes was the sound of my own earsplitting scream. 

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