Hold On Ringo

Chapter 1

Chapter 1
7 February 1965

Dear diary.. Today has been different than other days. Paul was totally ignoring me. Ordinary he pays at least some attention to me. But today not.. I don’t know why. He was just so busy with the new song and John.

And then George. He always talks to me and we have fun. But today he seemed so lifeless and bored. I’m worrying what’s wrong with him… normal he would be so much more happy or even trying to be happy.

Mum wasn’t home yet. That’s some worrying thing to me. She always is home at the dinner time. But now sh

“Richard I’m home! Sorry I’m late! I had a traffic!” my mother calls me.

I lay the pen down and stand up. “You worried me!” I say.

“Are you coming downstairs?” Mum calls me, a bit of moody.

“One second!” I reply and take the pen back and carry on writing. Reading back the last sentence and then carry on writing.

She just came home. She calls me to come downstairs. I’m not sure why.. Very happy she didn’t sound. Maybe some problems with her friends..? Well.. I will know soon enough. Write you soon dear diary.

I lay my pen down.  Run out my messy room. I run down the stairs.

“Be careful!” Mum calls to me.

“Yes, no worry!” I call back and slow down. Putting both of my feet on the ground.

“Thank you.” She says. She walks to the chair. Her hair moving up and down by every step she does.

I look at her. “Why had I to come downstairs?”

Mum sighs, she looks at me. “Harry won’t be home tonight.” She says

“What do you mean?” I walk slowly closer towards her. I’m not sure if I want to know even this answer.. I guess I don’t.

“He’s in the hospital.” Replies mum.

“What? Why?” I say. I hear the little shiver in my voice. My heart is bouncing in my stomach.

“He had a little accident at work. Maybe he tomorrow he comes home.” Mum replies.

My eyes widen. I shake my head. “Maybe..” I repeat whisperingly. I storm upstairs. I don’t want to hear any more things like this.

“Richard.. Come back.” Mum calls me but I’m ignoring her. I sit back down at the table and start writing again in my diary.

Just an hour later.. from when I left. Mum told me something I prefer didn’t hear.. She told me Harry (you know my ‘second dad’) is in the hospital. He got an accident somehow.. I didn’t ask what kind of one. But she told me MAYBE he’s tomorrow home. What can that say? That he’s unstable?! Maybe he even can die…

I absolutely hate this day! I hope tomorrow things will be better… I really hope.

I lay my pen down and close my diary. I pound my head twice on my diary and rest my head on there. My eyes are picking and tears leave my eyes. I start crying in silence. Just because of the day. My friends ignoring me and hearing Harry is just in the hospital…

After minutes I’m laying down in my bed, hiding under the blankets and this night is turning long.