Why? Why did I just do that? I felt someone's hand on my shoulder, pulling me back.

"Where the hell are you going in such a hurry?" It was Alice, I had no idea she had been following me.

"I just ... I need some air" I hadn't told Alice about Jack. I hadnt told anyone. I didnt think I needed to; I was convinced I would never see him again. We walked through the merch tables to get to the exit. I sat down on the steps outside the venue.

"Do you feel okay?" She put her arm around me, looking concerned.

"Yeah, I just panicked. It was so hot.... and all that screaming."

"If your hot, take your damn sweater off silly" she rolled her eyes at me with a smile. I sighed and reluctantly stood up, pulling my sweater over my head. I heard a gasp.

My scar. How could I be so stupid.

I froze and looked at Alice. She was horrified, unable to tear her eyes away from the ugly thing.

"Don't panic," I sighed, sitting back down on the cold step.

"i'll explain everything."


Alice's expression was hard to read, a mixture of confusion and disbelief. She took a moment to process what i had just told her before speaking.

"After all this time thinking you would never see the guy again.... why did you run from him?" I couldn't answer her, not for the life of me.

"I don't know" I held my head in my hands. I was so disappointed in myself. She put hand on my shoulder and stood up.

"Right. Get up." I lifted my head and looked at her in confusion.

"Quickly now! We don't know how much longer the set is for" Oh no.

"Alice, I can't do this..." But she wasn't taking no for an answer. She pulled me up by my arms and pushed me up the steps.

"Right, push your way back to the front. I'll be right behind you, I'm just going to get you some liquid confidence." With a wink, she left. I was really doing this.

I pushed my way through the crowd, dodging arms being thrown about. The band were killing it and the crowd were going crazy. I got to the mosh pit. There was no way around it, I had to walk through. I tried pushing past a big guy stood in my way, there was no point in being polite about it. But no matter how hard I pushed, he wouldn't budge. I shoved him between his shoulders and he turned round. the expression on his face made me want to turn around and leave. He smiled at me unaturally, shifting so I could get past. I shuffled past, standing on the edge of the pit. That's when he saw me.

I smiled timidly, not knowing what to expect. The colour drained from his face, he looked at me with horror. He was shouting something I couldn't make out. He didn't want to see me. My throat became stuck and my eyes stung. I knew this was a mistake. I was about to turn towards the exit when there was a loud cracking noise.

Everything went black.