Chapter: 1

Another day which meant another day that Mrs. Harrison needed her son, George, to run around all over town for a few errands. He'd gotten good and fast at it too. Mrs. Harrison would give him enough errands to last all day, and he'd be back with everything in two hours at the least. So for George, July 7, 1958, was no different.

George was walking down the streets of downtown Liverpool, on his way to the record store in hopes of getting a new record; his now full shoulder bag with the left over change his Mother said he could spend on what he liked. He entered the shop, smiling as he flipped through the latest LPs. He sighed because nothing he had enough money to buy peaked his interest. He made his way to the guitars and strings. He remembered his guitar needed a string; "But which on?" he wondered to himself. He tried to think and remember the last time he'd played. Which chord was it that broke and hit him in the cheek, leaving a thin red stripe in its path? He rubbed the spot suddenly remembering he needed a D.

He looked at the price and blew the air out of his cheeks; he had enough to buy them, but just barely. He took the strings to the counter, paid all his left over change he had, and shoved them into his already heavy bag with everything else he'd picked up that day.

George exited the shop and looked around. He saw the normal Liverpudlians traffic, shops, and a some what normal amount of shoppers. But something caught his eye.

A girl, brunette, green eyes, and a light sprinkle of freckles, stood leaning against the record store's window. She was quite pale and looked as if she might pass out. George noticed her breathing was quick and short. He hesitated asking whether she was alright. His father had told him not to talk to people like her, but she looked like she was in trouble. He was going to walk away and listen to his father, and then he saw the blood.

The left side of her blouse was blood soaked through just below her elbow, just above her hip. This worried George greatly.

"Um, excuse me; miss," he said trying his best to sound confident, "Are you alright?"

She jumped and looked slightly frightened by him. Her eyes got wide and she looked as is she might run away from him.

"Its alright," George reassured, "I won't hurt you, it just looks as if you aren't…so…ok." George tried not o look at her blood stained shirt.

She tried her best to smile, "Oh…" she panted, "I…I'm alright…really."

George put his hand on her shoulder, and she winced, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it's just a cut…" the girl's smile turned to a agony. She stumbled and grabbed her side. George wrapped his arm around her to keep her steady.

He reached for the edge of her shirt, something he'd never do in any other circumstance, "Listen, I'm gonna look at your cut ok?'

She took a deep shaky breath and nodded. He lifted her shirt just enough to see a thick deep cut on her hip. He held back a gasp and swallowed hard.

"Okay, you need to see a doctor."

"NO! No doctors, please!" she pleaded a frightened tone entering her voice.

"Ok, ok," George sighed, "What's your name?"

"….Liz." she panted.

"Ok, Liz, my name is George," he said, "If you won't go to a doctor, can I take you to my friend's house to some one who can help you?"

"Who?" Liz asked grasping her side again.

"My friend's name is Paul, ok?" George reassured, "His Mother's a nurse, not a doctor."

Liz nodded and shivered violently. George frowned and pressed his palm to her forehead. She was burning up with a fever. He sighed and led her to the McCartney's home.

I know it's short, but it's a start. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE COMMENT AND REVIEW! Will add more soon...