Yer Blues

smoking princess

John awoke by the light shining through his curtains, the sun was starting to set which meant he had to get op for school.

Ugh, school.

What an utter waste of time.

If it was up to him he would have dropped out ages ago. Maybe he wouldn't have been so depressed right now or maybe he would've made some good music and be been darn famous, but no, he had to finish his bloody school.

He glanced at his clock knowing it was the fifteenth of September.

Two months it had been.

Exactly two months since she was hit by that car.

Two months since she had died.

John would go visit her today, hoping school wouldn't drain all his energy.

His lessons were quite horrible as usual. He made a snarky comment to a teacher making him go right to the principal's office, great.

The punishment wasn't that harsh, five strikes with the ruler nothing much.

Usually, John couldn't move his fingers afterward but this time it didn't even hurt, maybe he was getting used to it.

After school, the lad went straight to the cemetery. It was a quick ten minutes walk from his school so he was there in no time.

As John walked in, a lump started to form in his throat and his eyes started to ache. He ignored it and kept on walking.

There's no time for self-pity.

He kept on walking slowly, letting his thoughts drift off.

Suddenly he stopped, here it is. Row four right at the back.

He hadn't yet put up a stone because the funeral was so expensive that they couldn't afford it. Still, John knew exactly where he needed to be.

There were old flowers and candles all over the place. He'd always bring flowers but he forgot this time.

Shit.

The lad sat down on his knees as a tear escaped his eye.

"Hi mom," John whispered.

"Sorry, I don't "ave any flowers." He sighed trying to hold back the wave of tears he so desperately wanted to let out, "I- I forgot."

He stared at the ground for a few minutes when a tear fell down his cheek. And another one, and another, until he couldn't hold it in anymore and started to sob burying his head in his hands.

Suddenly he heard footsteps moving towards him, he quickly dried his tears and looked around to see who it was. There stood a boy in front of him maybe a few years younger than him, he had light brown hair and his eyelashes were so big that they almost looked fake. John knew this bloke.

He met him about a year ago when his former band 'the Quarrymen' played at a small party. He hadn't seen him ever since and was surprised to see him.

"John?" the lad asked as his eyes widened.

"Good afternoon to ye too Paul," John replied faking a smile. When the lad saw that John had been crying he knew why he was here so he sat down next to him without saying anything.

He stared at the stone next to John which was engraved with golden letters; 'Mary McCartney loving mother of Paul and Mike, and wife of Jim'.

It had been Paul's mom too.

It was silent for a few minutes, both boys staring at the ground lost in their thoughts.