"Eh, Evie?" George asked, his dark brown eyes gazing through me. "Everything's going to be ok. It will, I p-promise."
I wished I could believe him. I really did. It's just that in the past three hours, my life had crashed before me. My mother had just died.
"Mum, we'd better hurry." I mumbled, holding my hair out of my face so I could look across the street. "We can't be late again."
I walked quickly across the street as the car stopped for us to pass. I looked back as I saw my mum clutch at her chest. I was taking her to the doc, as she had had a terrible cough for weeks. She stayed at the sidewalk, her cough getting louder. The car passed, as my mom stepped a weak foot on to the pavement.
"Mum, please hurry. It's getting worse, and a car could come sooner than you think." I said, moving my hair out of my face.
In the next moment, several things happened all too fast. As a gush of wind came in from the east, my wild strawberry-blonde hair blew into my face. As I quickly shoved it behind my ear, I saw my mother tumble to the ground in the middle of the street. I rushed forward to help her up, but as soon as I stepped a foot on to the road, I heard the engine of a car move towards us.
"Mum, please. Please get UP!" I bellowed as I struggled to get her to her feet.
Then it all came too suddenly. I threw myself to the side, and my mothers' fragile body was crushed by a man-made machine.
Five minutes later, I was being helped to my unsteady feet by an unfamiliar policeman. Two ambulance men had my mothers' bloody body on a stretcher. I couldn't bare to look. My body was still in shock, and I soon collapsed under the afternoon Liverpool sky.
It was maybe two hours later when I heard my name being distantly called. As soon as I opened my eyes, I was blinded by a bright hospital light. A familiar young man sat at the edge of my bed.
"Evie? Are you ok?" George Harrison sat there, his eyes searching me for a sign of movement. "Please, say something."
"Where is my mum?" I said, finally regaining consciousness. "I want to see her."
"Evie, I don't think that would be a good idea." He said, placing a warm hand on my pale, cold hand. "Your mum isn't here."
"George Harrison! Don't you dare lie to me. Take me to her now!" I shouted, tears spilling from my shocked face. I angrily jumped out of bed, but not before George could grab me and sit me back down.
"Evie, I need you to listen to me." He said softly, loosening his grip on me. "Please just listen to me, for a sec."
"NO!" I yelled again, shoving his warming arms away. "I just want you to show me her! Show me what happened to her! I just need to know she's still here with me!"
"Evie, she's… she is dead." George said, a tear forming in one of his eyes. "The impact of the car was too strong, and she… She's dead."
I didn't know what else to do then let the tears flood my eyes. My lips trembled as I saw George shared the sadness. My mother had always counted him as her other child. My head collapsed into his shoulder.