Dear diary,
It's been a long time since I've written! The last time was probably around 1958, when I had a big fight with Paul. Luckily, everything is okay between us now. (Well, I hope so...)
The reason I'm writing again is that something strange happened. Last night, when I went to bed, it stormed unusually hard and this morning, I woke up on the street. I have no idea if it has a connection since I also did some drugs yesterday, but I'm writing it down anyway.
Right in front of me, I see a store with weird flat things. If I read it correctly, these are some very advanced televisions. Everything looks so different around me! Am I still in 1964? Am I even in Liverpool?
Another odd thing is that nobody recognizes me here. Why does nobody know the bloody famous John Lennon? Is Beatlemania even a thing here? Wait, I'm going to ask.
Okay, so apparently I'm dead. Good to know! According to that little old man, I was shot in 1980, which means that I must be somewhere in the future after that. (Unless he's a fortune-teller, but I don't think so.) No Beatles, no friends, just me in the future. Why am I here? And where am I exactly?
I found something! They sell posters with me and my bandmates on it! I miss them. I miss Paul's humour, George's intelligence and Ringo's friendship. I miss making music together.
I just asked a future human what year it is, and you're never going to believe this! I have time travelled to the year 2021! That guy with a future-mini-colour-television-thing in his hand told me that our band broke up a long time ago. Paul and I got into another fight or something like that. Seems that he is still alive though. I've got to find him! Maybe he knows how I could get back.
Weird thing I've noticed: Many people are wearing something over their mouth and nose here, and everyone is keeping their distance from each other. Why are they doing that? Is everyone afraid of bacteria or something like that? Or is the air not good anymore? I don't hope so. Perhaps everyone started to hate other people, and they don't want to see each other's ugly faces! I'm not the only one anymore! That would be awesome!
I'm tired, but I don't see my house, and there's a scary old man inside Paul's place. I might be a little afraid he's a serial killer. Paul's house is full of weird electronic things that I don't know. Weapons? I think I'm going to sleep outside tonight.
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A Dead Man's Diary
FanfictionIt was a stormy night. John Lennon was making ready for sleep. The wind was blowing hard, but there was nothing to worry about... Take a look in John's diary as something very strange happens to him. Something that'll change his life forever.
