Paul Is Dead

I Feel Fine

PAUL'S POV

I don't remember the crash and I don't remember the pain. I felt completely fine. All I remember is seeing my body as I watched on from an unknown spot.

The sight made me cringe; it was an ugly accident. The top half of my body had been thrust halfway through the driver's side window, and the guard rail had made contact with my throat, nearly decapitating me. The part of my head that was actually still attached hung loosely over the side of the car. My face was covered in blood, as was the entire front half of my body. I could tell that it had only been moments since the accident took place.

My first instinctive feeling was confusion. I must be dead, right? But why don't I remember anything? Am I in heaven?

Pretty shitty heaven, I thought to myself as I looked on at the scene of the accident. Several minutes passed before another car finally drove through. I recognized the car immediately as Brian's. He must have recognized my car too, because he slowed down and pulled over.

"Brian!!!" I tried to call, but it was as if he didn't hear me. He had a look of panic on his face and he was mumbling gibberish to himself as he walked over to my car, crying out as he recognized my face. Or what was left of it, anyway.

Despite the tragic situation, I couldn't help but chuckle. I mean, hey, it was my death, so I was allowed to laugh.

I watched on in wonderment as Brian struggled to open the driver's side door.

What the hell could he possibly be trying to do, I thought to myself. Finally breaking the hinges free, the car door fell off. Brian huffed before reaching inside the car and pulling my body out and promptly putting it into his car.

"Brian, what the fuck are you doing?!" I called before remembering that he couldn't hear me. I sighed in frustration.

Suddenly, the scene changed. I was standing inside EMC Studios, watching John, Ringo and George working around me. I felt a sadness well up inside me when I realized that the last time I had seen the boys before I died, we were arguing.

"I can't believe Paul just stormed out like that," Ringo said, breaking the silence. John was slow to answer. "It was my fault, I shouldn't have been so hard on him."

There was a loud bang as Brian plowed through the door, breathless. His forehead was beaded with sweat and his skin was drained of color.

"Ay, everything alright Eppy? Ye look like you've just seen a ghost."

How ironic.

"I don't have that much time to explain right now," Brian said breathless. "I hate to put it so bluntly, but I found Paul's car crashed on the side of the road, and he was as dead as a doornail. Quite unfortunate, really," he finished quickly, fiddling with his coat buttons as he glanced nervously around the room, avoiding eye contact with anyone else.

John's expression had gone hollow, and Ringo's jaw had dropped. I couldn't help but feel smug at their reactions.

"He...What?" John seemed to be completely out of it.

Brian was getting impatient. "You heard what I said! Paul is dead. George," he said, snapping his fingers. "call Emma, quick. She'll need to know about this. Tell her to get down here as quick as possible. In the meantime, I need to discuss something with you three." My heart dropped at the mention of her name. Silently, everyone went to work. George picked up the phone as John and Ringo walked over to Brian. I was shocked to notice that John's eyes were glossed over with tears. Was he really so upset by my death?

"We can't let the public know Paul is dead, it will destroy the popularity of the band," Brian said in a serious tone, and Ringo raised an eyebrow.

"What are you proposing here, Brian?"

He was quick to answer. "Remember the Paul McCartney look-alike contest we held about a year back?" No one answered, so Brian continued. "I'm sure you must all remember the winner, William Campbell. I've already phoned him and he should be here sometime tomorrow. We have no time to waste."

An uncomfortable silence hung in the air.

"So, what you're saying is that we're going to just replace Paul and make it like he never even died?"

Brian rolled his eyes. "Yes Lennon, that is exactly what I'm saying. Haven't you been listening?"

George walked over with a solemn look on his face. "Emma says she'll be here as soon as possible," he reported. Brian nodded his head.

"Good, good. Once she arrives we can all give Paul a proper burial, I have the body out in my car."

Gasps rang throughout the studio.

"Christ, Brian! Have you gone mad?" Ringo exclaimed. Brian just let out a sigh.

"Business is business, fellas," he stated simply. He re-fastened the buttons on his coat. "I need to get back down to the scene of the accident. People will recognize the vehicle, and I need to reassure them that everything is okay." He hurriedly walked out the door.

I could feel the lump in my throat as tears built up behind my eyes. I ached to be back with the people I loved. I didn't want to die, I wasn't ready to die. I had so much left to accomplish. My brow furrowed in anger. I decided that death would only be a small bump in the road, but it wouldn't stop me. Being dead didn't have to mean being gone.