𝐏𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄𝐒 -beatles imagines, preferences

I HATE HOW SILENCE OF THE LAMBS RUINED AMERICAN GIRL URGHH (Ringo)

^ yay I'm a dumb-ass bitch who is also a edgy and depressed thot and I'm a hint of dumbass bastard ☺️
Era- 1964

If Panic attacks are triggering- this may not be for you 
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The bulky rings of my beloved were indenting into my hand as he gripped it tightly. The afternoon was bright and sunny, the blazing sun beating down onto our car.

"I'm nervous," I broke the aching silence, along with my strong yet forced gaze with the long road.

"Me too love, me too, but positivity, right?" He chuckled, a fake one however. I could tell, he was on the edge of breaking down and freaking out, but he chuckles to make his hurt better. I know him too well, simply because we're the same person.

"And we're here."

My eyes are glued to his moving chest. Heavy breaths. Very heavy. The car was soon filled with the sound of the pads of his fingers tapping anxiously against the leather wheel.

He parked the car, shooting me a nervous look, to which I replied simply with a stroke of my hand on his.

He finally gave me a smile, and we both walked out of the car, meeting each other hand in hand.

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The walls were towering over us in the waiting room, making me more worried.

"Hey love, it's alright, right?" Ringo grabs my hand, tugging me gently towards him for a kiss.

It was a velvety peck, but still meant the world to me. He knew whenever I was in doubt or worry- and I appreciated that more than anything. 

"Ms. Durnham and Mr. Starkey?" We both looked up to see a woman standing there. She was very tall, very lengthy as well, resembling an asparagus. She had light blonde hair, with dark bushy eyebrows. But- she wasn't unattractive. She was quite beautiful, with these shimmering sapphire eyes.

We both stepped up and followed her over to the room.

She locked the door behind us, allowing Ringo to sit down beside me, while I laid onto the bed.

"So we understand you two have been trying to have a child correct?"

We both nodded our heads in agreement.

"Yes, and Ms. Durnham, you said your period is very irregular," She titled her head towards me, clutching onto her clipboard tightly. 

"Yes, it comes for like 10 days, than goes, and I don't get it back for about 3 months. Then soon it lasts for about a month, and I get in back in like another month," I inform her, twiddling my thumbs in my hands.

"Have you noticed a recent weight gain or loss?" She further pushes me.

"Yes, a recent weight loss," 

She spoke to me about my weight, asking me more and more questions until she completely switched the conversation. 

"Okay last time you visited, we did check you. So I already know all the answers to my questions actually. You have premature ovarian failure,"

My legs soon felt locked in place as her lips kept speaking words I wished were foreign to my ears. I knew every definition, every meaning of those words that were spoken into the stuffy air now, none of them were good. My hands traveled to my arm, my nails moving back and forth aggressively. Then they sped down to my thighs, repeating their cycle, and soon to my neck, to my knees, my ankles, the back of my knees, all in a continuous cycle. 

"Ms. Durnham, are you listening,"

I couldn't look at her, she was flying over the room spinning in every direction possible. I opened my mouth, preparing the words to glide off of my lips. They didn't. A hand was holding my throat forcefully, keeping a tight grasp.

"Molly are ye alright?!" Ringo reaches over to me.

I shiver, inching away from the moving hand that is slowly reaching for me.

I shake my head vigorously, worsening the room and it's conditions.

"Oh my god we need another doctor!" I can hear the woman cry out, rushing to a phone beside the bed.

The shouting and terror becomes faint in my ears. I drown away, moving my hand to my beating chest. Chills raced down my spine at this very moment, never stopping. 

"D-don't touch me!" I whimper, once his hand is close to my shivering flesh.

"W-why,"

"JUST DON'T," I shout, trying to move, but there's an invisible force pushing down on my body, tying me to the chair. 

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5 months later

That afternoon was easily one of, and if not the worst day of my life- and Ringo's. We learned I couldn't have kids. Sadly, along with that, I had a panic attack- which we found out much later.

But I'm really not sure what I'd do without my Richie. 

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So I actually learned stuff today, thanks health websites. 

Okay so my brothers watching this like cartoon wizard of oz movie. and there's this song "even then" and oh my god, its depressing as fuck. but it's pretty. also anyone like the smiths xd.