I was falling. I didn't know where I was, or what I was doing here, all I saw was black. I was falling into a dark, never-ending abyss. Finally, I saw a small light. At the bottom. As I neared it, I saw that it was a door, wide open, as if waiting for me to tumble in. Once I did fall through the door, I looked at my surroundings. It looked like I was in a field of some sort, with a large oak tree a few meters away. I walked towards it. It was beautiful. I reached out and touched the bark, and immediately, I was transported to another place.
Now, I was in front of the flat. It was silent, undisturbed. Quite creepy, actually. I walked up the front steps cautiously. I was about to knock on the door, when the door swung open. Revealing nobody on the other side. I peered into the house. Other than the dusty furniture, it was empty. I stepped in, slightly scared, I walked into the kitchen.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
I turned to the faucet. Tiny droplets of water were falling onto the sink.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
I closed the taps tightly and leaned against the counter. I felt dizzy, sick, and horrible. However, a sound interrupted my thoughts.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
I turned around and gasped. First looking at the floor, tiny bloodstains were visible on the cheap tiles. I looked at the feet, legs, torso and finally the face. I looked in horror at Paul's pale face, a rope tied around his neck, tied up to the ceiling. I felt like throwing up, I quickly ran up the stairs, and entered the bathroom. I knelt on the floor and grasped in edge of the toilet. I glanced at the bathtub and immediately wanted to throw up again. John, lying in the bathtub, sitting in his own pool of blood. I stood up and stumbled out of the bathroom. Before I can move down the hall, a figure collapsed on top of me from the closet door. I pushed it off me, to see blood covering my hands. I looked up and was met with the face of George, bullet holes in his chest. What was happening? I made my way down the hall. For some reason, I knew Ringo would be the worst. Because I care about him most.
I heard noises behind Ringo's door. Maybe he was okay! I opened the door a crack and saw something unexpected. Ringo and someone else. Myself.
"I love you Ringo," the other Georgia said, smiling. What the fuck was this?
"I love you too Georgia. With all my heart," said Ringo. I wanted to run up to him and hug him and kiss him, but something was restraining me. A force, keeping me looking secretly through the door. Frusturated, I just continued watching myself talk to Ringo. That sounded so weird.
"I love you more," The other Georgia said teasingly, grinning. Ringo smiled and moved towards her opening his arms for a hug. Who was this bitch?
His arms were about to touch her shoulders, when she pulled something out of her pocket. Something shiny. A knife. My stomach dropped and looked in horror as she lifted the knife to his stomach and dug it deep into his flesh. Ringo groaned and stumbled back, clutching the weapon that was still wedged into his skin. His mouth opened, about to say something, but blood dribbled down his chin. He stared at the other Georgia with big sad eyes. One single tear ran down his cheek. He then collapsed on the ground. Dead.
My eyes fluttered open. I took deep breaths. My forehead was sweaty and I was out of breath. The visions I had witnessed made me scared, sad. I looked to my right. Ringo was curled up in a ball on a hospital chair, asleep. He was snoring and he looked peaceful. There were cuts and bruises on his skin.
"RINGO!" I yelled and he jumped. His eyes went wide and he broke out into a grin.
"GEORGIA! WE WERE SO WORRIED! I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD! I THOUGHT I LOST YOU! I LOVE YOU!" he yelled and hugged me tightly. I smiled into his hair. I'm so glad that he was okay.
"RINGO! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU YELLING ABOUT, NOW?" yelled Paul as he came through the door. He smiled when he saw me.
"GUYS! GEORGIA'S UP!" he shouted and ran towards me and embraced me tightly. Soon, the other three ran into the room and hugged me too.