/lit/ - Literature

Looking around an enthusiastic crowd looking for that certain someone turned out to be a difficult task. I was squeezing the microphone in my hand tightly and let my singing reign free with my eyes panning around the audience. “I’m a queen! Everyone here loves me!” I thought.
But it was only thoughts, for there was one face in the crowd unlike any other. A dull nervous face in the midst of joyful people. That face started approaching and for a moment everyone else disappeared. No sounds, dead quiet. Only that face approaching with a menacing stare. He pulled something metal out of his waist. “Gun” flashed through my mind instantly. He pointed it at me and I heard a loud bang which echoed in the silent void I was in. Something very hot entered my chest and I collapsed on my back. The audience re-appeared and started running and screaming when they realized what had happened. My hand was still squeezing the microphone.
“Honey I could never ever hurt you!” was heard through the speakers. My whole body was numb, all I could do was stare at the bright lights around me and listen to the crowd screaming. My band members were surrounding my view, I couldn’t make out their faces but I knew it was them. Everything started feeling okay, I was at peace. But that’s when I started coughing blood on the stage and myself. It was incredibly unpleasant. Darkness started creeping in. There was a light in the darkness and it called to me. My body felt like it was surrounded by a warm gel. Complete serenity and comfort. No sounds, just void, it was time to go.
“She’s awake.” was the first thing I heard when I was pulled out of the void, it was an unfamiliar voice. Everything looked blurry so I couldn’t make out any shapes.
“Hello?” I tried to whisper but even that was barely audible.
“Welcome.” the voice whispered peacefully, enchantingly.