SAW you lying there part 20 John's POV:Part 20 John's POV:SAW you lying there part 20 John's POV: by ~rockallday
What the bloody FUCK is he supposed to do now?! HUH?!
John is so furious that he almost forgets to hold on to the ladder with his hands.
His legs are shaking.
What should he do, what should he do… ?
He looks down, climbing down the ladder in silence while his teeth are gritted.
Tears are falling down in the dark; he cannot see anything anymore apart from the light
where the hole in the ceiling is. The hole between him and Paul.
He really wants to cry out, as he fumbles his way back to where he came from. He is on his knees, crawling like an animal towards the light.
It burns in his eyes, when he finally rea
SAW you lying there J/P part 19Part 19 Paul’s POV:SAW you lying there J/P part 19 by ~rockallday
No, mummy, please don’t.
Please don’t reach out for me with your hand, mum.
“Come over here, Paul,” she says.
Paul pretends he do not see her hand in front of him and instead sits down quietly on the
chair Mike just sat on a moment ago. It is still warm.
He looks down, doing whatever he can to avoid her gaze at him.
”Paul? Is something wrong?”
You are dead, mum – you will not be here tomorrow.
”You look a little pale to me, is it going alright with Mike at home?”
Paul rolls his eyes toward
SAW you lying there J/P part 18Part 18 John’s POV:SAW you lying there J/P part 18 by ~rockallday
His fingers dig into the smooth flesh.
It feels like digging your fingers into a chicken’s meat.
He can feel the rounded veins against his fingertips.
Oh, it’s just… It’s disgusting…
He looks into the veins, afraid that he won’t find anything.
FUCK, the key is not there!
What was that?
Was that something…?
John moves the lump of flesh once again in front of the small candle.
YES! Something is sparkling!
John shakes the heart lightly, making it drip with blood, until finally…
A small key drops down on the floor.
John grabs it, fistin
SAW you lying there J/P part 17Part 17 Paul's POV:SAW you lying there J/P part 17 by ~rockallday
The ambulance stops at the hospital, and he can suddenly see everything clearly.
The pen in the doctor's pocket, the cut flowers positioned beside her hospital bed, the
weak smile, she is giving Mike and himself...
Paul bites his lips.
Michael is holding her hand, whispering sweet, calming words into her ear, while she attempts to listen very carefully so that he won't have to tell her his
Paul looks at Mike. He can tell that his brother is eager to tell his mum everything that is going on at home; about the white cat, which keeps visiting their garden, about the kitchen door, dad has almo