!!!ONCE AGAIN I WARN YOU,!!!
!!READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

I've known George Harrison for so long. We'd always head out for breakfast and lunch together and jam at my place afterwords.
Since he was good at guitar, he'd always teach me his great techniques.
Sometimes, I hang out at his place and we'll do crazy things and we end up falling asleep with eachother at times. Well, not in that way.
What I remember the most is every night, we call eachother to have 'midnight talks' and we tend to fall asleep during the calls but what's more important is, we ALWAYS wish eachother goodnight.

But one day, my family and I had to move away from Liverpool to London. We still made contact in the first few months but after a few more months, I couldn't contact him somehow. I'd send him letters but he never wrote back. Now, It's been two years since we last saw or contacted eachother and I've decided I should meet up with him. I wanted it to be like how it was back then. I'm 20 years old now, I'm an adult and I can do whatever I want.
On that night, I packed up my bags. 10 pairs of clothing including my underwear, some flippers, a bottle of coke, my wallet and a small packet of mints.
I also packed my bass.
I decided to leave tomorrow at 4 in the morning so, I set up my alarm and slept early that night.
Strangely that night, I had a dream.It was about George. Words can't describe how horrifying the dream was. What made it more unusual was that it involved John Lennon, another good friend of mine.
It was nighttime in the dream. It took place in George's house.

"Look me in the eyes, Harrison. TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU LOVE ME" John yelled.
"I'll only love you when you leave me the fuck alone," George hissed.
He had a blue eye, his neck looked like it had claw marks and bite marks. His cheeks were red, one of them had a very painful looking rash.

I didn't know what and why was this happening in my dream.

In a blink of an eye, John threw a punch at George, causing his nose to bleed.
George didn't even cry or scream. He looked like he was used to it.
Blood dripped onto the bed.
John walked towards him and pulled his hair, throwing him to the floor like nothing.
"You useless swine, this is why people think you're a creep. Bet you were just a mistake made by your parents," John said, laughing.
George didn't look hurt. He had no emotion at all.
"I don't wanna waste my time with a cunt like you right now. See ya tomorrow!"

The dream then cuts to another scene, still in George's room. This time, he was by himself.
He was crying while holding some pills. He ate two and stopped. This time, he started to laugh but it wasn't the adorable laugh I've always heard. He was laughing hysterically.
Then, his emotions went on and off, the first minute he was laughing and the next, he was crying again and later, he was back laughing.

Yup, the ol' drugs.

The dream then changed it's scene again, still in the room but now, John was back again. This time, he was clearly drunk and was holding an empty bottle. George looked terrified and started backing away. He tried grabbing the phone, probably wanting to call the cops but that only endangered his life. John threw the bottle towards George but luckily missed which made him grow angry for some reason.
He charged towards George and grabbed the phone from him, wrapping the phone cable around his neck.
"Do you want me to fucking kill you, Harrison?" John growled.
George squealed and shook his head.
John then gave George a harsh kiss and threw him to the bed, still having the cable wrapped around his poor neck.
He didn't dare to make a single move not taking off the cable around him. He was too traumatized.
John crawled on the bed and started to unclothe him.
Suddenly, George snapped. He punched John on the face and pushed him off of him. He quickly took the phone cable off his neck and shouted.
"I'VE HAD FUCKING ENOUGH WITH YOUR BULLSHIT, LENNON. PLEASE STOP THIS AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE OR ELSE I'LL REPORT YOU. IF YOU WANT TO KILL ME, GO AHEAD! NO ONE IS STOPPING YOU AND THAT'S WHAT YOU WANTED,"
His words completely made John shut up but as soon as he got up, John strangled him hard and smashed him back onto the bed.
"I loved you and this is how you repay me? I was there for you when you were alone, I was always with you-"
"..no.! The one who..is always with me is..-"
And there. John shut him up by suffocating him with a pillow.

The dream ended right there thanks to my alarm.
I woke up sweating, tears in my eyes as well.
To me, the dream doesn't make any sense at all. It was pure bullshit.

I got up and took a quick warm shower to try and get rid of the horrifying dream but it seems I just can't. All that was in my mind was George.
After I was done, I dried myself and put on my clothes, carried my bags and took a bus to the train station.
At the train station, I got myself a ticket to Liverpool. Thank God it wasn't a long wait. The train arrives at 4:50 and the time shown was 4:42.
Not long, the train arrived and I boarded it. There weren't that many people so, I took the seat right next to the train's entrance. Soon when everyone was on board, I was now on my way to Liverpool. I left London with no regrets.
It was a pretty boring ride so, I had a snooze.

After what seemed like 2 hours, I finally arrived to my destination. I quickly got off the train and went out of the station, going to the first cab I saw.
I had the address written in a small notepad I always bring along and told the driver. He then drove me to my wanted destination. My heart was pounding with excitement and nervousness. I couldn't wait to meet George but at the same time, I was nervous he wouldn't recognize me.

Soon, I finally arrived. I dug in my wallet and paid the driver in the correct ammount. I thanked him and got out of the cab with a huge grin on my face but..

The grin faded as soon as I saw cops surrounding the house. A crowd of people were there as well. Some neighbours came out to see while some peeked out of their windows.
I squeezed myself through the crowd and had a look for myself. My stomach dropped when I saw a corpse bag being carried by two of the cops.

Without thinking before acting, I pushed the guards away and went to the cops that carried the bag.
"Where's my friend? Does George Harrison still live here? Where is he now?!!" Questions went shooting out of my mouth like a machine gun. I looked at one of the neighbours and yelled,
"Do you know George Harrison?!"
The person didn't answer. He looked pale.
"Son.."
One of the cops finally spoke up,
"I believe your friend is-"
"TELL ME,"
I shouted.
"..."
"In this bag,"

I felt my heart shatter into pieces. I've had high hopes in meeting my best friend. I traveled this far to meet him and now he's gone.
Tears started to roll down my cheeks.
"We found his identity card when looking around the house and we confirm he is George Harrison He is 19, has thick black hair, thick eyebrows and is quite skinny."
"Show me the card, please,"
I said and he handed me the card.
It really was the George Harrison I knew. I started to cry harder.
"We also found some drugs in his room,"
My stomach dropped and I started getting flashes of the dream again.
I just stood still with tears still rolling down my cheeks.
"When was the last time you saw him?"
He questioned and I answered,
"Two years ago,"
"Oh, I see. We are all terribly sorry for your loss, son. Excuse us."
They then got back to what they were doing. I took a last glance at the bag, having the fact the person I cherished the most was in it made me couldn't help but tear up.
I walked away from the scene. I felt a lot of eyes looking at me.
I picked up my belongings and walked miserably to the closest hotel.

Not long, I finally got a hotel and booked a room. I went to my room and threw my bags in a corner.
I plumped up the bed and turned on the telly.
The news break was on. When I heard the news, my stomach bubbled with rage.
"21 year old man identified as John Winston Lennon, has been sentenced for life in prison for physically abusing and murdering a 19 year old.
Lennon admited he has been abusing the 19 year old for a year-"
I turned it off and threw the remote onto the floor.
I cried for a whole day and skipped lunch and dinner.
I prayed to get out of this nightmare and cried to sleep.

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It's been years since the tragic incident and I'm still healing.
Every month, I would go visit Georgie's resting place and send him daisies, his favourite flower. I'd often help him clean up too.

Hello, Georgie. It's Paul again. It's almost your anniversary so, I've decided to give you a visit! Do you still remember when we had that huge hamburger together and those days when we missed the bus home during school and we had to walk home? I really miss our days together. I wish I had more time with you but you know what they say, 'life is short,'.
Once again, I'm very sorry I was late. I'm sorry I wasn't there to save you.
That's all from me toda, sleep tight and also, happy early anniversary, love.

Goodnight, Georgie.

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This is so depressing oh my god im such a terrible person
Anyway,
JOJ'S ANNIVERSARY IS SOON YALLL
I'm very sorry for not updating much, I've been brainstorming like A LOT and still dont have enough ideas :')
bUT DONT WORRY, the ideas are enough for the next chapter of 'my black and blue heart' :D
Thank you for those who stay with me!!!!!!!!!