Hold On Ringo

Chapter 2

Chapter 2
8 February 1965

I woke up cause a nightmare. I looked at my watch and saw it was at 3 A.M..

I took my favourite book (U.F.O.) and tried to read. It wasn’t a success at all. The only thing which kept repeating in my head was ‘Why are the boys ignoring me’ and also about Harry…

Some hours later I closed myself up in the bedroom.

I didn’t want to do anything, and honesty I just wanted to keep in bed for all day. It’s the only place where I can be who I am, and nobody will even try to ignore me. This is my space.. my room..

It’s getting round 10 A.M. and the phone downstairs is ringing. I hear mum picking up and I push my ear on my bedroom door to follow the phone call.

“Richard is home.” Mum says. It’s silent for a few seconds. “He closed himself up in his bedroom. I don’t know why.” I hear her saying.

I sigh and walk back to my bed and lay down.

Not much later mum knocks on my door. “Richard, George called. They’re waiting for you with practicing.”

“Nooo…” I reply burying my head in the pillow.

Mum knocks again on my door. And I hear the sound that she tries to open it. “What’s wrong?” She asks friendly.

“Just yesterday and I had a bad night.” I reply

“Can you open the door?” She asks friendly but worried.

“I can… but I don’t.” I reply a bit stubborn. I just want to be alone.

“Are you alright?” She asks.

“Yes.” I reply. But I lie.

“Do you want to eat something?” she asks.

“Noooo” I reply really annoyed and I’m starting to get done. I hear my mums footsteps leaving and I sigh relieved.

I take my diary again and write about what just happened.

mum told that George just called. I’m wondering if he did just because I’m part of the band. Or maybe because he does care about me. Anyway I’m not going to the band today. I’m tired of the early waking up and of yesterday which keeps spinning in my head. I’ve just not the mood to be with them.

I lay my diary down and take a try on the U.F.O book. I start reading. Hours seems to fly. I finish reading the book and lay down. I feel finally relaxed and happy again. I start to think to my childhood When my grandfather played games and my real dad was still living with mum and me and when we went to the park. A smile appears on my face, I feel like swinging on the swings and run around like a young kid. I sigh. Knowing that time is gone forever because of the Beatlemaniacs. I feel sad and take the diary. Then I start thinking that I just might be addicted on this diary… I shrug and take a pen and start writing about the wish of swinging and running in freedom.

I wish I wasn’t that famous.. Everywhere are Beatlemaniacs and they’re annoying when they chase us. I just want a bit space for myself. The possibility to be child again… Running in the park, swinging on the swings, finding real-love instead of fan-love. My biggest wish is Grandpa and dad.. I miss them... Why did dad leave? And Granddad die?  I know why.. but it’s poor…

My eyes are getting tears, they fall on my diary and I slowly start to break. “I miss you…” I whisper say. I hear the footsteps of mum coming near my door and then she knocks on my door.

“Richard, I’ve news about Harry.” Mum says

“What is it?” I reply brokenly.

“Are you sitting or standing?” Mum says.

I didn’t expect that question. “I sit..” I reply.

“Good” there’s a silence of a few seconds then she says “Harry died.”

My eyes full even more with tears and I break totally. “THAT CAN’T BE POSSIBLE” I scream brokenly.

Mum starts crying to and she leaves.

I feel like someone threw a ball while I am a mirror which breaks in pieces. My life has no meaning anymore. I scream the news away from myself “IT’S NOT TRUE!!!!! IT REALLY ISN’T TRUE!!!!! IT CAN’T BE TRUE!!!!!!” I cry in my pillow, thinking there’s no mean of life anymore.