Paul's eyes widened while he looked around. In front of him, John, Cynthia and the scary guy were lying on the floor, covered in blood. Cynthia and John were hugging each other, causing a romantic scene. Behind them, Heather was standing with a fire extinguisher in her hands. Paul ran to his daughter and hugged her, while bursting into tears.
"Dad, I'm okay," Heather whispered. She was still a bit overwhelmed by the whole situation. Did she really slam a fire extinguisher in someone's head? "I'm okay, dad," she repeated quickly when she noticed Paul wouldn't let her go. "I think you should rather check on them!" Heather pointed at the couple lying on the floor. There came a soft, weeping sound from them, but neither could say if it was John's or Cynthia's.
Paul kneeled next to them and rubbed John's shoulder, hoping he would look up. "John?" he kept repeating. "John?" The rubbing started to become shaking. "John, please wake up!" Paul cried.
"Since when are you sentimental?" John said, with a cracking voice. He looked Paul in the eyes and smiled.
Paul shook his head laughing and embraced John. "Thank god you're alive," Paul sighed, relieved. He wiped a tear away and looked at his friend. "I don't know if I'd survive your second death."
"Does mental death count too?" John joked.
Paul stared deadly at John. "You're really mean, you know that?" He sighed and turned to Cynthia. "Is she-"
"Yes," John cried. He laid his head on Paul's shoulder. "She saved me."
Paul put his arm around his friend. "She was a good person."
"And an incredible mother." John closed his eyes and sighed. "I'll miss her."
Paul leaned his head against John's. "Me too, Johnny, me too."
YOU ARE READING
A Dead Man's Diary
FanficIt 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.
