All My Loving, Lucy {Beatles Fanfic}

Chapter One

I awake, yet somehow, I'm in a dream. I try to sit up, but I was glued to the ground. Light shimmered on me, and despite my immobility, I felt light, airy, bubbly. Grasping my thoughts, I wonder, Who am I?  After a while, my thoughts conjure up 'Pattie,' 'Linda,' 'Barbara,' and even a funny sounding one- Yoko. No, no, no. Huh? That's not who I am. Those were the names of their lovers.

Wait.

Who's lovers?

After some more pondering, I finally realize I'm Lucy.

Then, my body is able to sit up.

Staring at the green, lush ground, I force myself to stand up. Wobbling, a pleasant scent tickles my nose. I giggle, not knowing what it is. Where am I again? Do I know what I'm doing? In the midst of this haze, one piercing thought bombards my head —

Find George Harrison. Find John Lennon.

Reality struck me like a wind. I had to find them. That's what they endowed on me; that was my mission. I was no longer on Earth, but treading in different realm, up in the sky.

Disoriented, I perched on a convenient rock, attempting to collect myself. This new world, whatever it was, took me in as dead, ready to relinquish my body of any attachments to the living. But I'm still breathing. With every breath, my life comes back to me in bits and pieces. Despite the urgency of the matter, there was nothing I could do but reflect upon them.

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I met my agents only a couple weeks ago. Clearly too old to be agents, they live public lives as former members of the Beatles. Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr. They're the greatest memory, and my brain seized every sensation, replaying all those moments.

The night started in my bedroom. I was huddled in the corner, hiding from my parents, who would get into gruesome fights and take their anger out on me.

This time, the fight was worse. Hearing meaningless objects crash and break, I glance out the window into the grim night. Maybe now was the time.

𝘌𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦, My conscience whispered.

I crept to my window. Drawing the dirty, dusty curtains aside, I sighed at the lock, barring me from freedom. I grasped it in my hands and pulled with all my might. Nothing. I grit my teeth, raised my fist, and punched it. Nothing. Punched it again. Again. This wasn't my first attempt. The pain was numb, hidden under my adrenaline. I punched. The screams only got closer.

"LUCILLIA!"

I let out a grunt of anguish. My name is Lucy.

The blood from my hand dripped to the floor, creating a dark puddle. I shut my eyes, breathing heavily. The door. Is it locked? I hoped with all my might that it was. I haven't checked for a couple of days. There were bangs on the door. Relentless tears streamed down my face.

The door bust open with heavy steps clamoring in. I was whipped around and fierce pain blossomed in my gut. I looked up from his fist to his face, into the piercing black eyes of my father, Peter Diamond.

"How dare you lock the door, Lucillia!" He kicks me in the ribs, and I scream

"You're a terrible kid that doesn't do shit!" He pulls out a hammer. At least I assume it's a hammer, with my vision blurring and picking up hints of silver.

He swings the hammer up, and with all my energy left I hoist my arms up and grab hold of the hammer. Before he realizes it, I force my arms down, the hammer colliding with his foot. He roars in anguish, curses a countless number of time and slaps me across the face.