I got this idea for a short FanFic and I've had it for a while. Lemme know what you think.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything celebrity related.

Kat use to be a regular girl who wanted nothing more than to be a singer. When she was 15, she started singing and has been for a year, until something happened.

It was the summer; Kat just finished a concert with Miley Cyrus, Demi Lovato and the Jonas Brothers and she was in her dressing room getting changed. Kat heard noise but assumed it was someone cleaning up. She came out in her pajamas to find a man in a mask. He fought with her for a few minutes before he stabbed her right in the heart, causing her to die. This is the reactions of all her loved ones. This is "Life Must Go On."

Chapter 1: Mom

I went into the dressing room that night, not knowing that it would be one of the worst days since May 11th, 2003, or better known as the day my husband died. I walked in to find my daughter on the ground, a knife in her chest and blood covering the floor. I screamed so loud that the entire stadium could of heard me. I knelt to the floor where my daughter lay, hoping that maybe she was still alive. I couldn't live without her, she kept our family alive. I couldn't imagine how me and my son would get along without her, the peace maker and lover of our household. I tried pushing these thoughts aside as someone called 9-1-1. Miley and Demi came running in and they screamed also, crying into each other's shoulders. Nick, Kevin, and Kat's boyfriend Joe ran in to see what the noise was about. Their faces turned white when they saw Kat lying lifelessly on the floor. Joe knelt next to me and held her hand. Tears welled in his eyes as he look at Kat, who was pale and seemed to be dead. But I refused to believe it.

About an hour later, we were at the hospital. We being Miley, her parents, Demi, her mom, Nick, Kevin, Joe, their parents, Frankie, my son Eddie, my mother, and myself. We were waiting in the waiting room of the Los Angeles Hospital, hoping that the long wait was worth it. The doctor came out and told us she was dead. My heart shattered as I fell to the ground, screaming and crying hysterically.

Everyone began to weep as they said their goobyes. I was the last to go, since everyone wanted me to calm down first. But how could I calm down? My only daughter is gone, forever.

I finally made my way into the room with Eddie and my Mom. Eddie said goodbye, trying his best not to cry. He told Kathleen how much he would miss her and how sorry he was. My mom was next, saying prayers and telling her how she was a great person. I was last to talk to the dead body of my once living daughter. I tried holding back the tears as I told her how I didn't know how I could live without her and how it would be impossible to replace her. I grabbed her cold hand and cried until the doctors took me away. That was the last time I saw the body of my daughter Kathleen.

The wakes and funeral were probably tougher than the ones for my husband, because those I could never forget. Walking through my house now feels so empty, and everytime I turn on the T.V, they bring up her name. My boyfriend came up from New York to try and comfort me. Everyday he tells me, "Trish, you gotta be strong for Eddie, your mom and yourself. Life must go on." I just nod, barely able to respond to anything. How can my life go on without her? Only time will tell.

Writing that was depressing but I'm proud of myself. Yes, those are the real names of my family and I am Kat. Is it weird to imagine myself dead? Cause I've done that before....just review. Chapter 2 will be up soon.