In My Life

~ Paul POV ~ 

I sat in class thinking about life. My da', my ma', my new friends, John, George, and Ringo. I only hoped things would get better when we moved here. And so far it seemed good. but I knew better to think that already. 

I just couldn't wait to get out of class and hang out with John.

~ After class ~

I began to walk out of my class when a hand grabbed my shoulder. 

"Where are ye going little fairy?" A tall older boy teased. I looked around to see him and a few other boys.

"Home." I replied quietly. 

"Aww I think the lil' twink is scared." He laughed.

"What'd I even do to ye?" I asked. 

"Nothin'. That's the fun part. We just need somethin' to beat up." Another one of the boys replied. 

The boy grabbed my shoulders and pinned me up against the wall. "Please stop." I whispered with tears beginning to form.

"Afraid I can't do that." He smirked. Then the boy took turns throwing punches. I whimpered but didn't say anything. After about 15 minutes they seemed satisfied and left. I sunk to the ground and cried. My whole body hurt. My nose was bleeding and I had blood coming out my mouth. I could feel bruises forming on my chest, back, and face. I began to get up, but everything hurt too bad. I just laid there hoping someone would find me.

~ John POV ~

I waited outside the school building for Paul. School had been out for 30 minutes now and he still wasn't here. I didn't want to leave, but I was getting impatient. Did he already leave without me? He couldn't have, I was pretty much the first person out here. Paul was somewhere still in the building.

I walked in the building and began to look around. It was pretty much silent except for a small whimpering sound.

"Ello?" I called out. The noise stopped.

"j-John?" The person whispered.

"Paulie? Is that you?" I asked worriedly.

"I-it hurts John. e-everything hurts." The voice began to cry.

"I'm coming Paulie. Where are you?"

"b-by the lockers." I ran towards the lockers and saw Paul laying on the ground. He looked awful. Blood all over his face. Bruises forming on his face and arms. I'm sure other places too, but that was all I could see.

"Oh Paulie...." I whispered. "Who did this to you?" I asked gently.

"I-I don't know." He gasped for for air. "It all happened so fast. I tried to get up. To tell you. But everything hurt so bad. I'm sorry."

"No, no! Don't be sorry Paulie. It's not your fault. Let me take you back to my place yeah? Get ya cleaned up and we can see how bad it is." 

Paul nodded. His eyes began to close. His long eyelashes almost touched the tip of his nose. I picked him and held him bridal style. I immediately noticed how small he was. He was dainty and skinny like a bird. I looked at his face. He almost did look like a bird. A small nose. Big doe like eyes, long eyelashes. He was pretty. I stared for a while before realizing I hadn't moved at all.  I sighed.

It was going to be a long walk home.