Skylar's P.O.V


Back stage shouldn't be a scary place, right? It should be a place where you meet your favorite band member, or star or work. For me it was a place to work, and I was happy about that. I loved being able to work and meet about any band that came into my home town.
Tonight one of my favorite bands were playing. I was upstairs making sure the lights worked and everything was ready to go. I wasn't doing it by myself, I had help by a couple other guys. One was new, I never liked the new guys because most of them got fired with in the first week.
Shows were starting soon, and one of the light guys were still messing around. He was the new one.
"Fun." I mumbled to myself has I went over to him. "Do you need help?" I asked.
"I got-" He looked at me, "Yeah, I can't seem get in the right place." He said, moving out of the way.
"Hurry up, Skylar! Show about to start." I heard my dad yell up at us.
"How the hell did you do that?" The guy asked moving closer to me. I shrugged and started walking away, "Hey, if you can fix that what else could you fix?" He asked giving my a strange look, like I should know what him meant. By this time everyone else up here had gone back downstairs. Moving the lights was a pretty easy job, seeing how most of them always point towards the stage.
"I-I um...I don't know." I said, normally I wouldn't talk to the new people, they always seemed to creepy me out.
"You seem like a really nice girl, Skylar." He said looking me in the eyes.
Something bads going to happen, Was all I could think.
"How bout we go out some time? Huh?" He asked, I shook my head, I didn't even know what his name or age was. "Are you sure?" He asked, from where we were no one in the crowed could see us, no one could hear us. That was only because Andy's amazing voice was being heard through out the building, it was pretty much the prefect time for something bad to happen.
I had been told from a lot of the bands that come here that I was pretty. I never really thought so, I'm 20 years old, and I still look like I did in high school. Nothing had changed sense then, I never had many friends, and I still don't.
"Why not?" He asked pulling me out of my thoughts. I shook my friend and tried pulling away from him. He only held me closer, close enough I could feel his breath on me. I wasn't one to fight much, well I never really did and I never really talked much. "Come on Skylar? I bet you'd love to." He breath on me, I tried pulling away again only to be slapped and pushed against the floor. "You know, now that I think of it we could go out right now." He smiled weirdly at me before grabbing at anything that could come off.
I wasn't strong but I wasn't weak either. I fought back more this time. I hadn't really noticed where we were last night tell I heard my father yelling my name and the world spinning as I fell down the stairs.
I couldn't tell much that happened after that. Only yelling, music, and sirens.