I Know What It's Like To Be Dead | Beatles Fanfiction

Chapter 22

John's POV
After Oliver told me Alex was in hospital and that it was rather serious. He told me could die. I ran to Paul's house. I didn't care if he was still mad at Alex, he had to know. Oliver told me that the doctors were not even sure if she would make it.

I came to Paul's house and rung the doorbell. It was Paul who opened the door, and when he saw me his face turned into a frown and he leaned against the doorway while crossing his arms. "What is it?"

"It's about Alex Paul." He stepped back inside and wanted to close the door but I held the door open. "She's in hospital and could die." Paul looked at me and opened the door a little further. "what happened?" He asked. "I don't know."

There was a minute of silence before Paul spoke, looking me straight in the eyes. I just knew he would say something he was going to regret, I could see it in his eyes.

And I was right.

"I don't love Alexandra anymore, you can have her." and with that he slammed the door right in my face. I backed away, and started walking away. I put my hands in my pockets and thought about it. I was sure Alex would turn out just fine, and I was sure she and Paul would get back together and everything would be like it was.

I decided to visit Hannah and convinced myself Alex would be fine.

Alexandra's POV
I was lying on my bed. My wrists were bleeding, and all the bottles in the medicine cabinet were empty. I was sick and tired of everything. Ever since we came back from Blackpool, my life turned into a living hell. Everyone hated me, glared at me with a hateful look in their eyes and whispered behind my back. Paul was the victim, and I was the devil.

I closed my eyes and I could feel my heartbeat slowing down. Everything was black, I felt like I was falling, and like it would last forever. But all of the sudden, my feet were standing firmly on the ground, and everything went white again. I knew this place. I smiled.

"John? George?Where are you?"
"We're right 'ere luv!" I heard George's voice but I didn't know where they were. "Keep talking, lads, I don't know where you are."

"Oh right, just follow our voices" George said, while John started singing like he was an opera singer. I giggled and followed the opera John was putting on. I turned around a corner and there they were. Sitting on a bench and staring into a lake.

I sat down next to George. "What're you two lookin' at?" John looked at me. "You don't remember what happened before you came here?" I shook my head. "Look at that lake, Alex." I frowned and looked into the lake. I could see myself - being rushed to the hospital.

I looked at John and George. George sighed. "Your mum found you, unconscious. So she called the ambulance. You died on your way there and they tried to bring you back to life. But it worked only halfway. Now you're in a coma. Half dead actually."

I looked into the lake again and I could see myself lying in a hospital bed, with machines hooked to my body and my mum and dad sitting next to my bed. I looked at John and back at George. John put his hand on my shoulder. "We're going to bring you back." I looked at John and blinked back some tears. "Why? my life is horrible now. Everybody hates me and nobody talks to me, not even Hannah"

John hugged me. "Look, it's going to get better. I promise. Just hold on, please?" I looked at George who was nodding in agreement. I sighed. "I don't have a choice do I?" They both shook their heads. They got up and both took my hand. "Don't panic. What we're about to do is safe and it's just so your spirit goes back to where it belongs." I got kinda scared but nodded. I hugged them both goodbye. "You see us every night, luv, no need for goodbyes" John grinned. I shrugged and laughed a little. "I'm ready." I looked at George and John.

They both let go off my hands. George stood behind me. "Ready, luv?" I nodded and took a deep breath. I felt two hands on my back and got pushed into the lake. I screamed and fell into the water and my clothes were soaked. but as soon as I was completely soaked, my clothes weren't wet anymore. I felt like I was falling into a black hole again, screaming at the top of my lungs.

All of the sudden, I felt like I hit the floor. I opened my eyes and gasped for air. My mum jumped up and took my hand. "Call a nurse, she's back!" The doctors came in and examined me. They had pumped everything out of my stomach when I was in a coma, so there was no trace of the medication in my body, and they had stitched up the cuts on my wrist.

I sighed and closed my eyes.

Great, I'm back. Just fucking great.