John woke up again, and it was 8 p.m. He felt headache and he was hungry. Paul wasn't there, so he knew that he had been dreaming.
"Where am i?" He whispered. The room was dark. He saw a picture of Ringo on the desk.
"Oh i remember now..." He stood up and went to the living room.
"Richard? George?" He called. No answer. "They're probably out buying something to eat." He thought.
Finally he went out the house.
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"Hey we should go back." Ringo and George were at the supermarker, waiting to pay the food.
"What? just one person and it's our turn to pay..." Ringo spoke slowly.
"Yeah but... i don't know, i'm not hungry anymore..." George looked at the ground.
"Wait outside if you want, i'll be there in a sec."
"Ok." George went out the supermarker.
But he didn't wait for Ringo. He just walked to his house. He felt tired and sad.
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"Paul is that you?" Paul heard his father speaking in the kitchen.
"Hi dad... how are you?" Paul seemed sad. His eyes were almost closed.
"Are you okay son? you look tired and sad..."
"I'm ok, i'll go to sleep. Goodnight." Paul went to his room and closed the door.
Jim was worried. He knew that Paul was sad for John's fault. "It's always about John.." Jim thought.
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Next morning, in school, Paul spent all the morning with Ivan. He tried to hide from John.
But John was everywhere. The only safe place was his classroom.
When rings for lunch sounded, all the school went out their classrooms, and the school turned into a chaos. Everybody running, talking, laughing and shouting. Paul was worried. He really didn't want to see John, because John still believes that he is a ghost.
But this wasn't a good day for Paul. Suddenly John was there. In front of him. With his eyes shining like diamonds.
"P-Paul!" John tried to catch him but a bunch of people made Paul dissapear.
"Oh... how am i so stupid... he is dead. It's just my imagination. I can't run behind him everytime that i see him. I must control myself." John thought. "It's just my mind. My mind is driving me crazy." He repeated.
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Lunch time was over. Paul couldn't handle this any longer. He needed to tell John the truth but, it was so hard. He knew that John would hate him. And he knew that he deserved John's hate. But it was hard to assume.
"Paul are you ok? we have to go back to classes." Ivan brought him back to reality.
"Yeah, sure... but I have to go to the bathroom first."
"I thought you didn't like those bathrooms..."
"But I have to go. Really." Paul smiled.
"Ok, I'll go with you."
"NO!" Paul almost shouted. Ivan jumped. "Don't be late, go to the classroom." Paul smiled again.
"Okay..." Ivan walked away with worry look.
Paul ran to the bathroom. John's always there checking his hair before the class begin.
But John wasn't there this time. Paul felt dissapointed and very discouraged. He wanted to be on his warm bed right now. Sleeping. All that he wanted to do was sleep.
He was going to come back to his classroom when he saw John. He'd pass in front of the bathroom. The perfect opportunity.
Paul wasn't sure about this but he needed to think quickly.
John was closer and closer the bathroom's door.
Paul turned the lights off.
When John was in front of the door talking with some friends, Paul took him by the shirt and pushed him into the bathroom.
"What the-" John couldn't see anything.
"Shhh, John it's just me." Paul put his hand on John's mouth.
"NOT AGAIN, NOT AGAIN!" John shouted.
"John please, listen to me!" Paul was too close from John's mouth. That made John close his mouth immediately. He was hypnotized.
"Please leave me alone, I don't want to see you! I'm not crazy!" John closed his eyes, he seemed desperate.
"John, you are not crazy. I'm not part of your imagination. I'm Paul. I'm alive. And I'm the worst person you've ever met."
John wanted to laugh. But he realized that he wasn't dreaming. Paul was touching him. He could feel him.
This is not an illusion.
Paul's here. Alive.
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very short, I'm sorry.
