TragedyIt was nine o'clock at night, the sky was pitch black save for a few stars here and there. 16 year old George Harrison had just left his fourth show as a Quarrymen band member, accompanied by his steady girlfriend of five months, Julie Sullivan.
The two were quite happy, and in the sort of love that you find yourself plunged into quite suddenly, and without warning. They were kissing and holding hands as they walked slowly down the empty streets of Liverpool, unaware of their surroundings.
Donald Robertson, a newly divorced 54 year old man, had just left a pub around the corner from the one that George had previously played at. He was a bitter old man, filled with regret and hate towards his ex-wife, and for his children who took their mother's side.
This specific night was no different from any other night in Donald's life, as always he slid into his junker of a car, pissed drunk with no thought. The key went into the ignition, and the car roared to life, upsetting a nearby alley cat.
George's Special Surprise
"John, fer the tenth time, she's just meh best mate. Nothin' more." George grumbled as he strummed thoughtfully on his cheap guitar. John Lennon, band leader and Teddy Boy stood over the lad, watching with interest as his skinny fingers went up a scale with practiced ease.
"Ah, so then yeh won't mind if I give 'er a little Lennon charm tonight?" he teased, as he tried to make the younger boy admit his feelings for Penny. John thought that she was quite pretty, with large green eyes and a sweet smile, but he would never go for it. Something about her seemed too innocent, too pure, and even he couldn't bring himself to corrupt that girl.
"Don't yeh dare." George hissed, finally looking up from the chords and meeting the eyes of John. John quirked an eyebrow at him, and shrugged his broad shoulders.
"No promises there lad," he trailed off, before he lit a ciggarette. George absent mindedly reached for one, but stopped himself when he thought of Penny's disapproving stare. She hated when h
Noone.Rain pattered softly on my window pane, interrupting the peaceful silence that I had surrounded myself with. I shivered slightly, and reached for the colorful blanket that was always spread acrossed my bed just for this reason. After adjusting it to drape around my shoulders, I let my eyes stray back to the glowing computer screen.
I can't wait to let myself disappear... I struggled to put in perspective what this meant. To me, it seemed as if the person who wrote this wanted to run away from it all, just leave behind their life and never be found again. I agreed completely.
There were many things that I wish I could run away from, the number one thing being the past two weeks, but it isn't that easy. It never is. You cannot force your brain to just forget something no matter how desperate you are to forget.
I shut my laptop with gentle hands and let my eyes drift closed. If I concentrated hard enough, I could still see his hazel eyes, sparkling with life. I could feel his r