George Vampire Harrison

Chapter 24

 We sit down at John’s house. John is lying on the sofa. It’s worrying. He’s weak.. It’s my fault. It is… My burns made my skin on places black and red.. I’m depressed but try to hide it for my friends. I would make more trouble if I show it them.

John sits up slowly. Ringo looks worried at him. “You’re worse since I saw you last..” He says. More guilt fills my body.

“I’m alright.” John says as he eventually sits up. He breathes and leans back into the back of the sofa.

Paul sits down next him from moving a chair. He wants to help him if he needs someone to lean into.

“You’re far from alright.” Ringo concluded to John.

John sighs. “I will be.”

“I doubt it.” Ringo says.  

“SHUT UP!” John cries out loud.

“SSsh.. Sssh..” Paul says and pull John against him and cradles. “Your neighbors doesn’t need to hear that..” he says cradling.

I stand up. I can’t handle this.

“Where are you going?” Ringo asks.

“Somewhere.” I say and walk to the kitchen.

Ringo sighs and lets me. Luckily he lets me. I just need to be alone. I wish I could just go outside without burning.

I sit down at the kitchen table and let my head fall into my underarms on the table and sob. I feel useless. Stupid and It’s my fault that John is like this.. He is confused.. or not.. I’m not sure. Mainly if he wants someone to shut up he yells the name of the person.. instead of yelling shut up.. Maybe he just wants silence.. maybe he felt attacked.  But John feeling attacked… Is that possible..

“STAHP” I shout as I pull my head up. Immediately I let my head fall back down

Silence appears in the living room and footsteps come near. I look desperate at the door. Wishing nobody comes in. But yeah… it’s anyway my fault I shouted.. and it’s my fault John is like this… and of course it’s my fault that we sort of quit the band..

“George..?” Ringo says quietly. “You alright..?” He asks.

“Alright?!” I laugh stressed breathing like I’m in panic while I’m not. “Of cooourse I am.” I become sarcastic. And start crying.

A warm hand rubs over my back. “what’s wrong?” Ringo asks.

“Everything and more.. There is no explanation possible!” I shout.

“Is it John?” Ringo asks.

“A bit..” I say actually is it a bit much.. but I don’t say. “I just want to be alone.. Go away…” I carry on frowning my forehead and crying.

“I don’t leave till you’re alright.” Ringo says.

I head pound on the table. Till Ringo pulls me up so I sit straight, He pulls me against him. I don’t really like this… He’s being to close. I pull him away from me very powerful.

Ringo loses balance and falls with his head against the sideboard.

“Ringo..?” I ask but he doesn’t reply. I go back away and turn around quickly. I run out and the sun burns my skin. I haven’t covered anything. I run away till I fall and can’t come on. I’m weak by the shiny heating burning sun and the exhausting of running and need of blood. I look at my hands. They’re black. My nails are white and a little green. I see blood between my fingers and wrist. Did I do that? I don’t even know. My sight turns into a blur. I gasp, I need something to drink no matter what..

I pass out in weakness.