On the Wings of a Beatle

Prolog

Olivia Sangster was twenty when she took her own life on 17 September 2016. She had, in her own eyes, made the mistake of falling in love with her current boyfriend, Tyler Evans. Captain of the High School Hockey Team, 3.7 GPA, Hockey scholarship to Notre Dame, potential of being drafted into the NHL, he had a bright future ahead of him, until he was arrested for possession of marijuana at the age of nineteen, not even a full year into his freshman year of college. This was a first time offence, so he was let off with a warning and suspension from Hockey, but it wasn't his last. He became a heavy drinker, going for harder drugs at the same time. He was arrested countless times and was an absolute disgrace to the University. He was going down, fast, and he only brought poor Olivia with him. The two started dating their junior year of high school through a mutual liking of The Beatles. Olivia had been a massive fan for as long as she could remember. Her father would play the number one hits CD countless times when she was growing up. She knew almost every single one of their songs by heart and had slowly started to learn all the guitar parts and melodies as well. She was a regular Beatlemaniac. She often tried to get tickets to Paul or Ringo's shows whenever they were near her hometown, but would always come up short. She also often wished that George and John hadn't died at such young ages, she always told her friends and family had John not been shot, The Beatles would've gotten back together in another year or so. Aside from the lads from Liverpool, Olivia graduated with honors and Valedictorian of the class of 2013. She was accepted to multiple colleges and without knowing of Tyler's scholarship, accepted at Notre Dame too. She was quickly working her way up the ranks of the students, getting Honor's and Phi Beta Kappa within the first semester. Also a member of Alpha Sigma Alpha, she was one of the most well-known freshmen on campus. But that all changed with Tyler. When he was thrown out of the university, he brought her out with him, begging and pleading with the girl, promising if she gave him another chance that he'd change his ways. She complied and moved to Chicago with him. Things did not get better.

Upon reaching Chicago, Tyler's drinking only got worse, and he was able to frequently get the hard drugs too. He would take the little money Olivia was able to make as a cashier and use it to buy the booze and drugs needed to satisfy his cravings. He became abusive and often beat Olivia, especially when he couldn't get his money. Eventually she had to quit her job as a cashier and flaunt her body around a Gentleman's club just to get enough money to satisfy Tyler, keep a roof over their heads and food in their stomachs. It's getting better all the time... would often come through the speakers of her earbuds. It was the song that kept her going for a time period, knowing that as long as she worked hard, things might slowly start to turn around, and for a while, Olivia genuinely thought that things would eventually. But that time never came. Here Comes the Sun  eventually became her new theme song as the years passed. She found it harder and harder to get up in the mornings and found herself beginning to drink and participate on the drugs as well. The song was the only reason why she kept going, because inside she knew this was just a slum, that no matter what, the sun, their happiness, would always come back to them in the end.

It's alright... but it wasn't. On the day she took her life, Olivia looked in the mirror when she got home from the strip club, in her favorite red dress and saw that she was only a shadow of the girl she use to be. She couldn't believe what she had become over the last few years because of some boy. He didn't respect her the way a man would. He never let her make her own choices. Even that song had become a lie, she was anything but alright. She was in hell, up the creak without a paddle, buried alive, and there was no way out of it. She trudged up to the roof that day, the crisp air hitting her face like a boxer throwing the final blow, but she felt nothing. She was absolutely numb. The girl who had a bright future, who cared of nothing but peace and love, who smiled almost every single day and tried to improve the lives of others, felt nothing anymore. She walked over to the edge of the building and looked down, standing atop the wall. Something in the back of her mind begged her not to do this to herself. And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make...even that was a complete and total lie. She had made nothing but love and happiness for the people around her, but it was easy to see that she had gotten almost none in return.  She didn't matter, she was insignificant. Her mind was made up, she stepped forward.

It's getting better all the time...

It's alright...

The love you take is equal to the love you make...