On November 28, 1963, Riley Smith was shot in the chest by someone she knew as a friend. When the officer asked who killed her. she died before she could say who. She died from blood loss at the age of 21. Find out how the Beatles are questioned and...
"Riley Smith has died after being rushed to the hospital with a gunshot wound to the left shoulder blade. She was 21."
Pattie gasped and ran upstairs to George. "Riley's been shot! She's dead!"
"W-wait what?" George first denied it. "Aha. It's some prank that Riley is pulling."
Pattie shook her head and pointed to the TV.
"Oh my god." George said falling on the couch.
Tears fall down his cheeks.
Pattie walked over and sat next to him and held him.
"The killer is not known tonight."
"I miss her so much." He whimpered. That night, he had a nightmare about seeing the shooting but couldn't stop it.
Riley was screaming. "Help me, Help me!" as she ran from door to door smearing blood. She became dizzy and knocked on her mother's door and when she opened it. Riley fell down.
He screamed and Pattie instantly woke up. "What's wrong?" She asked. He started crying all over again.
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George grabbed the phone and called John.
John: Hello?
George: It's me.
John: Oh, hey george. What's wrong?
George: Riley died yesterday.
John: What? No. No. No.
George: Yes. it's true. She was shot.
John: Oh my god. I'll be over.
George: Alright. Bye.
John: Bye.
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Everyone was getting questioned. John was quite suspicious too.
"Where were you when Ms. Smith was shot?" David asked. "I was with my wife." he said. "Oh really?" Ronnie asked. "Yes." John said.
John's Point Of View
I didn't mean to shoot her. It was all an accident... I just didn't want her to leave. She was my best friend. I pulled the trigger. I shouldn't have. "John, did you kill her?" I sadly shook my head. Knowing damn well If I said yes then I would be a dead bloke.
George's Point Of View
It has been stressful since Riley died. Now, I feel like I lost my sister, mother, or aunt.. I want to find the son of a bitch who put a bullet in her back. She gave me a bracelet. It had a picture of her on it.
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I was so pissed.. Pattie told me that Riley's funeral was tomorrow. This has been the most shittiest week ever. Time to get ready for her funeral. I have to carry her casket and bury her.
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John watched TV. A little girl was reading a letter that she wrote to Riley. "Dear Riley, You inspired me to become a better daughter and student in school. I listen to your music. Kids at my school cried. So did my teachers. They could barely get though a lesson without crying. I..." the little girl started crying.
"You are like a second mom to me. I love you. From your biggest fan, Sylvia." John wiped his tears. A blind boy talked about hearing Riley's music. "Your voice is what keeps me from feeling down. Even though I can't see you, I know you are a beautiful woman. Your voice is beautiful and I wish I could see you."
