Make A Difference

One night. If only I knew my life was going to change. Thirteen hours to make a difference, thirteen hours left. What to do? Have the time of my life.

It all started, a Saturday morning at 9. I woke up to a bunch of screaming fans outside the hotel. I am the biggest pop-star ever and have a huge concert coming up tonight. Whats my name? Just the one and only, Emily Casto. I was discovered singing at my recital that I had to do for my voice lessons. Since then my life has changed and I am one of the most well known stars ever. Thats why I love making a change in the world as much as possible. Which is what the concert is for tonight. A benefit concert for all the children in need, wether it is food, shelter, or just toys to entertain them with.

I got out of bed and went to the kitchen to eat breakfast. My mom is cooking eggs and bacon! My favorite!

“Are you ready for your benefit concert tonight?” She asked

“As ready as I'll every be! I'm exited!” I love my concerts and get butterflies in the morning because I get so exited!

After eating my breakfast, it was time for me to get dressed. As a pop-star I have to get dressed as soon as possible because of my busy schedule. But I save at least one day a week to keep for personal stuff, away from work.

When I was done getting dressed and straightening my hair, it was time for me to go practice for the concert tonight. I will probably be practicing for 3 hours, with water and snack breaks in between of coarse.

When we arrived at the venue, they were still setting up some of the stage but we decided to start practicing anyways. Just like I predicted, we practiced for 3 hours and at the end I was ready and pumped for the concert! But my work wasn't done yet. I have a photo shoot to go to before the concert, then after I can sign some autographs for my awesome fans. My photo shoots last for an hour to 2 hours and it usually takes an hour to sign all the autographs if i'm lucky.

We arrived at the photo shoot and took what felt like millions of pictures but they will probably only be able to use a few. On the way out of the studio I signed all of the autographs my fans wanted. After the crowd died down I signed the last autograph and got into the limo for my concert tonight.

Checklist for the concert tonight:
1. Arrive and sneak through the crowd.
2. Get dressed then off to hair and makeup.
3. Warm up my voice and prepare myself.
4. Shake all my fears out and get ready to go onstage.
5. Run onstage and start the concert.

When we arrived at the venue, I didn't feel like myself. There was a weird feeling in my stomach like something was going to happen that wasn't planned. I guess it's just nerves talking so I shook it off. I got my clothes on and headed down to hair and makeup. They needed to straighten my hair again and put on more makeup. It was time to get my game face on. I warmed up my voice and prepared myself
for the concert, I shook my fears out and jumped up and down. It was time to go onstage, my family told me good luck before I ran onstage and started singing my first song. The thing is, that feeling in my stomach isn't gone, I shouldn't be nervous anymore. Whats going on?

It wasn't until the middle of the concert that I realized what was going on because I started hearing voices telling me to do something. But the voices weren't encouragement or random comments. They were inveigle, blandishment comments, and they were starting to freak me out.

I ignored the comments until I heard one word that caught my attention.

Carnage.

Whoever these people were, they wanted me to kill people, millions of people. That isn't me though, why would I want to kill people? I'm nice and I love everyone, this IS a benefit concert. I hate blood and can't even watch movies that kill anything, even a little mouse, I HATE it. I decided to point it out to my audience so if something does happen, I want them to know why.

“Hey guys! Thank you all for coming out here tonight!” This is going to be hard to tell them, and very awkward. “I need to tell you guys something though..” I went and turned to my parents watching, and gave them a 'i'm sorry for what is going to happen' look. I then said “have you guys ever heard voices in your head telling you to do something?” I heard the whole crowd mutter yes. This whole time I have halfway been looking at the crowd and halfway looking at my loving parents. “Well I have those voices in my head right now, and they are telling me to do something that I would never want to do. But I don't know whats going to happen, they might take over my brain and force me into actions that I don't want to pursue.” The crowd is silent, and then I heard one little girl say 'What are the voices saying?' I am going to have to tell them right? “I keep hearing the word carnage repeat over and over again in my mind, they are telling me to kill millions of people.” After I said that the whole crowd gasped and started going crazy. “But you guys have to listen! I love all of you so much and would never want to kill anyone! But I don't know if I will be able to control this! I just want you guys to know that you can do anything if you put your minds to it. And to my family, I love you even more, you lead me through my whole life and raised me so well. I don't want it to end this way. I LOVE YOU GUYS!” And thats all I had to say.

Then the voices came back, and I couldn't get rid of them this time. They have taken over my brain, and I can't do anything about it. First I was told to kill the crowd, I grabbed a knife which was oddly sitting on the side of the stage. I was going to stab people to death, and I can't control any of my actions. I started stabbing everyone in the first row. I was screaming at myself to stop, but the voices kept telling me to kill. All I hear is screams of pain, screams of panic. Blood everywhere, bodies laying on the ground, covered in blood, groaning, dying. I have killed everyone in the crowd, and I think the voices are happy. Until I heard another one say 'Stab yourself! You will get arrested and killed by the police if you live! Say your last goodbyes and then end it!' End it?! I don't want to die! But all of a sudden I felt a sharp stab in my stomach, I looked down and saw the knife, with blood pouring out. Then I heard “EMILY, OH NO! EMILY! PLEASE DON'T LET THIS BE!” It was my family, running out to me.
“Guys i'm going to die, and i'm sorry. Please tell the world i'm sorry, it was the voices, they took control. I love you guys so much, with all my heart and I don't want to leave this way. But its meant to be.” I said, getting weaker and weaker every second.
“No, Emily.. We love you and don't you ever forget it. I love you.” My mom said, and everyone else joined in repetitively saying 'I love you, I love you'
I kept getting weaker, and I was going to die soon. For my last words I said.
“Everyone can make a difference if they try, don't let anyone control you guys. I. Love. You..” And with that, my heart stopped, my eyes closed. And just my dead body lay there soaked in my blood. With all my family and friends standing over me crying. I didn't want to end this way, but you can't control what your mind says.