I got crushed in the Bring Me the Horizon mosh pit at my first concert

I refused to panic and told myself I would find them outside after the concert. So I let the crowd take me as they moved towards the stage.

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As Bring Me the Horizon took the stage, the crowd pushed forward, fans screaming. Dark-haired frontman Oli Sykes bled with charisma, his heavily tattooed, lean body jerking to the heavy bass. I was so overwhelmed that I didn’t notice the crowd moving behind me.

My very first mosh pit was unexpected. I didn’t notice people circling behind me until a fast, high-pressure ring of people formed. Someone tugged at my ponytail and pulled me into the sea of ​​bodies. Before I knew it, I was on the ground covering my head as people pounced on me.

Close to tears, I began to believe that this was how I would walk—on the sticky floor of a run-down warehouse. But then I felt a tug on my backpack and was pulled out of the crowd. I turned to thank my savior, but they had already turned away to help other concert newcomers.

Slightly traumatized, I regained my composure and continued screaming to the music. It was only about 10 minutes before what I later dubbed the “wall of death” began. The crowd parted like the Red Sea. As one side started rushing toward the other, I closed my eyes and waited for the bones to crunch.

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Somehow the Death Wall left me unharmed except for a few bruises. I can barely remember the rest of the set, I was so exhausted and overwhelmed. But I remember thinking Oli Sykes was looking at me, which made every near-death experience feel worthwhile.

After the gig I found my friends outside of the venue. We all gushed about how great the set was and ignored how scared we all felt.

As I climbed to the safety of Pia’s car, I believed the trauma was over. But 20 minutes down the freeway, we were signaled by the car behind us to stop. The car had no signage so my friends and I all asked Pia to continue. Pia, while nervous, was more afraid of possibly disobeying a cop than being skinned by a killer, so she followed the car down a dark side street.

Having survived the mosh pit, I was now convinced that we were facing our doom and preparing to die next to cows in a Swiss pasture in the middle of nowhere.

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But this was Switzerland, one of the safest places in the world. The car turned out to be undercover cops who told us Pia’s taillights weren’t working.

I thought I would die three times that night. But I didn’t. Thinking of death knocking on your door can teach a teenager a lot about life outside of the safe bubble of home. I went to this concert feeling like a mature, independent adult. I left wanting nothing more than a hug from my parents.

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Jaclyn Diaz

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