With The Beatles

Take 28

JOHN's P.O.V.

The world was spinning, my body felt numb. All I could see was a blurry vision of brightness mixed with darkness. I can't feel my breathe nor my heartbeat and lungs.

"It's the eighth of December 1980. Time of death 10:50 PM."

Hearing that suddenly made me want to laugh... and tear up at the same time. Like wow, did I just heard someone claiming me to be dead? How explicit!

That's when certain voices followed afterwards.

"Is this really John Lennon of the Beatles?"

"Nah, he left the Beatles a decade ago."

"How are we going to tell his wife?"

"Rather, how are we supposed to tell the media?"

"Should we tell Mr. McCartney first?"

"Close your eyes and I'll kiss you..."

"It's a drag, y'know."

"John Lennon died a martyr."

"He will always be our best friend."

"Paul and I used to hang about quite a bit more than Dad and I did."

"He used to hit me back in Liverpool."

"I have always loved him even after the divorce."

"Him and Yoko did a lot musically and politically together."

"If you were here today~"

"John..."

"John Lennon—"

"John Winston Lennon Ono."

"JOHN!"

BANG! BANG!

"John!"

I gasped from the very depth of my lungs and I could feel cold beads of sweat dripping from my forehead despite the cold temperature being felt in the room.

"John, are you 'lright, mate?" My mind went blank for a moment there. After all those voices mentioning my name with different emotions, hearing my name repeatedly was making me wearisome.

But hearing it from Jude and Paul made me realize that I'm not in that parallel world anymore. Or whatever it's called.

Paul helped me sit up straight on the bed while Jude ran to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Yeah, that would probably be nice.

"W-What just happened?" I asked, unknowingly. My best mate sighed.

"You were dreaming, y'know. You kept muttering names in your sleep. Jude and I woke up to that eventually and you looked very intensed." He explained. As Jude arrived with a glass of water, I quickly drank from it in three gulps.

Curious, I asked, "Whose names in particular?"

Jude bit her lip as she hesitates to enumerate them, "Mimi, Stuart, Julian, Cynthia, Sean, Ringo, George, Paul, and Yoko."

"Who... who's..." I couldn't find the right words to say. Some names are familiar while some names are not. My body still felt like it came from the dead. Why am I feeling this way? I don't have the heart to mask what I'm feeling anymore.

"Y'know, it doesn't matter. You should go back to sleep. Try praying if it's really that bad, yeah?" Paul pulls the covers back, intending to lay down back beside me.