Behind That Locked Door

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˖⋆࿐໋November 28, 2001.⋆˙⟡

Third person POV:

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Sammy lays right next to George, wrapped around in a tight embrace next to him. She's been crying for hours, the tears aren't stopping anytime soon actually. She's doesn't know it could possibly be George's last day alive. The final time she will get to hear his soft yet raspy voice, the last time she gets to hold him in her arms, and the final time where she will get to be with him.

Sammy weeps softly, her head rests beside his, tears streaming down and staining the pillow their two heads rest on. She tries her best to be gentle with him, he is sick after all. She places soft kisses on his cheeks. George's hand brushing her hair gently and weakly, trying his hardest to try and comfort her. He's failing, he whispers softly since he can't talk normally without coughing or hurting his throat.

"Shh... Sammy it's fine.. it's okay.. I'm still here, I'm sure I'll be better in no time.." he tries to reassure her, which only makes Sammy cry harder. "B-But...!! W-What if you don't..?! H-How am I going to be without you..?! I can never do anything without you..!! Y-You're the.. the the... only reason I even get up in the morning...!! W-what wil I...?!" My god... Sammy never stopped crying, she was like a child when it came to death. She never liked the thought of death. She always wanted to die yet was so scared of it.

George could sighed, or well tried. He kept holding Sammy, before she just eventually cried herself to sleep again. Dhani would come by some moments later, he always tried to visit the best he could. Considering he was 23 and it was hard going to visit your dying father while your mother couldn't even seem to get any better. He would talk to George, mostly about his day and other things.

George stopped talking for a moment, he looks at Sammy and mumbles, "Dhani.. can you.. get Sammy off of me and.. just spend time with her for a bit..? She's been... depressed Dhani. Could you spend some time with your mother and distract her for a bit...?" Dhani looks over at his sleeping mother, dried tears are all over her face. He sighs softly before giving his dad a small smile, "Sure. I don't have much else to do, hopefully I can get her off you for a bit."

Some minutes later Sammy is in the car with dhani, they're going out to have a mother-son day. Sammy's usual happy smile was replaced with a emotionless and sad look. Geez she's really hit rock bottom, Dhani tries to lighten up the mood a bit. "Soo... any place you'd like to go to? We can always go to that mall you've been dying to go to..!" Sammy would only sigh, grabbing a cigarette off her purse and smoking it. "Sure.. maybe that will distract me from... you know." She would give a soft smile. She hasn't been taking George's condition very well. She can only cry and drink, that's all she ever does. She talks and cries to George non stop. That's all she can ever do.

The day with Dhani was nice, she would cry on his shoulder yes but she overall had fun with her son. She came back home with a smile on her face. She went inside with Dhani, she goes to leave her bags in the living room, she then remembers... George. Sammy sighs, she looks over at Dhani with a soft expression in her eyes. "Dhani... could you stay with us for the night? I want us to be together, to be with George.." she would ask him, trying to hold back tears. Dhani's expression would soften, he smiles and pats her back. "Sure. Let's go before you pass out in the living room!" She giggled, holding onto Dhani's hand as they went to the room George was staying at. They went back to see him, George was already sleeping. Sammy just smiled at him, she goes to lay beside him, gently holding his hand and kissing his lips. She rests beside him. Dhani would sit by a chair next to where they were laying. They would all fall asleep, how sweet. A nice family moment.

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˖⋆࿐໋November 29, 2001 8:34 AM.⋆˙⟡

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Sammy would wake up before all of them, Sammy would smile to see George laying beside her. She nudges at him gently, "George... wake up darling.." no response. "...George?" She nudges again, no no... no it can't be.. it can't be happening... please no... "G-George?!" Sammy nudges him again. No response. Sammy would cry yet again. She sits in their living room by Dhani. Calling Ringo and telling him the news. Sammy could be heard sobbing and screaming, my god it hurts to hear her cry.

It was a week after George's passing.

No one has heard from Sammy in a while since his passing. The thing is... Sammy has completely given up.

It was yet another day, another day without George. The bed feels so empty without him, so cold and the only thing keeping her warm is the same blanket that has his scent on it. She had been laying in bed, contemplating whether or not she should commit suicide. Everyone has been trying to call her, she hasn't answered a single call since... last week.

Sammy finally got up from her bed, she tried to walk but she fell before she could even take a step before immediately falling to the floor. She cried yet again. God she's pathetic. She tries her best to try and get up again. She can't. She hasn't gotten out of bed in so long. She can't do this anymore, she isn't good enough for this world. Her pride and joy and her beloved husband has just been taken away from her. She can't live on without him. He would be so disappointed to see her like this.

She curled up into a ball and kept sobbing for hours. She hasn't cried this hard since her fathers passing back in 1984. She cried and cried for about three hours. She got up yet again, she limps towards the bathroom, turning on the shower and just... stayed there, thinking, missing the feeling of George's hands on her soft nude body. The way his hands would run down her back, the way he use to clean her hair... god not again. She would continue crying until she got to the kitchen, she would go ahead and make herself something to eat.

As she continued to cook, she would look over and see the kitchen cabinet, the knives were right there, she can easily stab herself until she was a cold and bloody mess for the police to find her, but that would be too messy. She would feel bad for the poor people who have to clean. She finished up her cooking which was literally a singular piece of toast with butter on it. She took a bite off her toast. God she felt so ill, she hasn't eaten in days and eating this piece of toast felt like heaven. She finished eating and was already planning out her entire suicide. A fast, less painful and not so messy way to die.

Sammy laid back down on her bed. Crying yet again about George. God why did you have to take him? Why not her???? She doesn't get it. She didn't want him gone, he was getting better before that bugler came and stabbed him. God why him. She should've been the one getting stabbed, not George. She doesn't understand, she's never going to understand.

Some hours later Sammy was cleaning the house, it is her last time ever going to clean this house again. There's no one who's going to come back from the studio to see a clean house, so she should at least keep it clean for the people coming to get her stuff. It was tiring and not worth it. While cleaning up the garden she found some rope, perfect. She's going to need it later. She took care of the flowers one last time, the cuts on her legs made it painful for her to take care of the plants but it's okay. It won't matter in a couple hours.

10:47 pm.

Sammy called Paul, the last man to possibly hear from her. He was staying somewhere near where Sammy lived, she dials Paul's phone. The call was approximately one to two minutes long. "Paul McCartney speaking." "...hey Paul. Ah.. been a while?" Sammy's voice sounded... off. More softer and sadder. "Sam...? Are you okay? Everything good over there?" "mm... yeah. Everything's fine.. I've just been tired y'know?" "...Mhm.. I'm sorry about George y'know? I know it must be hard losing him." "...mhm. Paul ah... if you hear from me in a while... Im.. I'm fine.. uh... I'll be with George. Okay? Bye now.." "w-what?! W-Wait Sammy!!-"

Sammy hung up before he could even finish. Sammy looked at the rope that was by the bed. She sighed softly as she went to go grab the rope. She began to tie the rope into a noose. Finally. Soon enough she's going to meet George again. God she couldn't wait. She decided to get ready, she quickly took a shower and was getting dressed up, wearing the same outfit she wore the day she met George which surprisingly still fit her now older body. Soon enough they'll meet again.

Sammy got up on the chair, putting the noose around her neck. She took a breath, as soon as she was going to kick the chair, a loud bang sound came from the front door. Great. Is it another intruder? I thought the guards would've taken taken care of them. Suddenly, the door slammed open. It was.. Paul?

He just looked at Sammy with pure shock. Hurriedly striding towards her, "SAM!!!" His voice was hesitant but loud. Sammy wasn't really processing everything at the moment, it was all going by so fast. She just remembers getting pulled down and being greeted with a tight hug. McCartney's sobs carrying throughout the room. It hurt a lot, Sammy's scars were also making the hug hurt like hell. Not just that but it also hurt seeing your friend crying because of your failed suicide attempt. "S-Sammy please... no... don't... please don't ever try that again.!!" Yeesh he was being dramatic. It's not like she was already dead... Regardless she would gently hug him back. Her expression and tone notably deadpan. "Paul. Why are you crying? Im fine, I've been fine this whole time.." she would mumble, trying to deescalate the situation. "Y-You could've killed yourself Sammy!!! I had to drive as fast as I could to.. to fucking save you y'know?! Please, I'm sorry..!!! I'm so fucking sorry!!!" He would cry out, his voice cracking at least once.

Sammy would have to stay at Paul's place. He couldn't risk her having another suicide attempt. She would have to get daily check ups and had to go to therapy. She was depressed for about a year before she finally just... decided to do what was best for herself. She had to let George go.

It was sad really, having to leave your dead husband behind. She didn't want to do it either, but when they cremated his ashes some months after his death. She was less a mess than before. She continued to live on for well, Dhani's sake and for everyone else. She has a legacy to share, George's legacy. If he couldn't live on, she has to for him. Maybe in another universe... he was still alive, holding her and singing songs with her, living in a nice place. No paparazzi, no press, just... them and their company. Maybe soon they'll meet again, but for now... it's only a matter of time.

Chapter 2.5, Light that has lighted the world. End.

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Oh brother... this chapter hurt to write. Considering that it hits a subject I'm very sensitive over but it's okay. I’ll try to make something up for you guys.

Oh and credit to my friend Milo for writing one of the paragraphs!!!! #lovepapamilo

Anyways... If I don't get chapter 3 done I'll just try and publish all of the other silly writings I've been working on. Overall I'll see you guys in the next chapter!!!!

Writers credits:

જ⁀➴ ♡Sammy Harrison⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪(main writer)

♬⋆.˚ Milo McCartney ⭑.ᐟ (cowriter)