I can't believe I'm going to USA, I was thinking in my head as we boarded the plane. The trip was long and kind of boring without my sister Taylia. Taylia was stuck in a mental hospital after her break down 1 year ago. Mum said when I came back Taylia would be realise and came back home. Mum trusted my friends and I to go to the USA alone since we saved up for two years. When we landed at LAX we caught a cab to our hotel room.
We spent 1 week travelling Los angles, going to the beach, visiting the walk of fame and he Hollywood sign. One night we were walking down the street hungry looking for something to eat. I spotted a sign with a frizzy hair girl with pasta is her hands with Braddy Fizzing Pasta Restaurant under her. I felt like pasta so I went inside the place. The staff were all wearing frizzy curly hair wigs like the girl on the sign outside. We sat down at a very nice table facing the stage. At 8, a tall girl with black came on holding a microphone, a girl with frizzy curly hair holding a pasta shape guitar and a short girl come on behind the key board. They played parodies about their boyfriends and pasta.
At 11 they started packing up but they let us sit and talk for a little bit longer. When we were in the middle of our conversation, the door slammed open. A big, at hair man came in holding a shot gun. My friends hid under the table and I run to a bathroom. As I run to the bathroom I saw a really good looking boy running into the closet. I ran into the toilet stall, the door opened hitting the wall. A could hear footsteps coming and kicking the doors open. He finally got to me I quickly crawled under the stall to the next stall. I forgot the door was open so I crawled to the stall and try to make an escape. As I crawled to the door he spotted me. He hold up his shot gun and banged shot me in my mouth. It was so painful, I was bleeding and lying on the floor. He saw me move and he picked up his gun again and try shoot me again. He ran out of bullets, so he dashed out the toilets. I thought I was safe, I just laid there hoping someone will find me. I tried to grab my phone but I was in so much pain and I couldn't move.
After about 10 minutes I started think he was gone but I spoke too soon. He came in with a knife and bend down to me. He whispered, "I'm not crazy". He held the knife in his hand and stabbed it into my heart. It was the most painful thing I have ever felt before. My eyes started to close, I started to get weaker, I tried to stop the bleeding but I couldn't.
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