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After the movie stopped

By Sarah-Jayne Goodman from Daventry.

After the movie stopped, I thought it was some kind of joke, a publicity stunt. Then when we were called to the stage, it kind of felt, weird. Cold. Then everyone was rushing around, panicking. I didn't see the need to panic. Then the lights went out.

Snap. It was like a switch had been turned off rather than an electrical fault. And everyone was still for a moment. Then I could hear deep breaths and footsteps. I heard Libby; she was getting pestered by two fans I think. I could hear her pushing and shoving.

My mum called for me, and I felt a hand on my shoulder and just assumed it was her. But the hand grasped me tighter, and I felt a cold feeling against my head. I knew then it was a gun. They whispered... "tell her you're fine" and so I remained calm. I thought it would all be ok. I was going to offer them money but I was scared to talk. I only spoke when my mum called for me, the gun pressed harder against my head and I took that as my cue. Then, the gun was no longer there. I felt a sense of relief.

Whoever was there took a deep breath. I relaxed. Then it all seemed in slow motion. I felt a pain in my chest like never before. It made my body freeze and my stomach cave in. I felt empty. Then cold. Then full again. Full of life for a split second. As the lights came back on, I still couldn't see.

Everyone was silent; I felt I should be silent too. But I felt myself getting colder, weaker. I didn't want to give up, but I was losing it. My mum grabbed me... I could hear her breathing next to me. Her breath was friendly and warm. She shouted for help and the doctor attended. He tried. He really tried. But I needed to go, I felt too weak.

As I closed my eyes, something told me not to rest until I knew who killed me. I saw money falling from the skies, and my mum and sister smiling. There was a light, and a warm feeling. I didn't feel cold anymore. I don't know who did this and I don't know why. I just don't feel any pain anymore. And I hate to see my mum cry.

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