Friday
I woke up today back in the hospital. My mom was crying. She thought for sure I'd died. But no, of course not. I'm still here in this hell hole.
Saturday
My nurse said I had a visitor. Not even thinking, I accepted their entrance not knowing who it was. Not even bothering I ask who it was. Stupid me. It was Barbara. Stupid cheating Barbara. I still can't believe she would do that to me. I mean, he had SEX with fucking JOHN. OF ALL PEOPLE. I'm going to quit the band as soon as I get out of the hospital and can call Paul. There's no way I'm working with John the traitor. No way In hell. Anyways, she walked in with a get well soon balloon.
"Why are you here? What do you want from me?" I asked, trying not to tear up.
"I came to apologize and explain myself."
"Oh, I can't wait to hear This. Leg me guess, you didn't want to have sex with a crazy suicidal person, so you chose Mr. Hot Stuff John Lennon. Right?"
"Ringo, it's not like that at all. Let me--" I cut her off.
"Don't call me Ringo. Not anymore."
"But Rings--"
"We're done. Now please leave or I'll yell as loud as I can and get the heart monitor beeping fast. Then security will escort you out. Goodbye Barbara Bach."
"I'm so sorry. Bye Ring-- Richard."
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Everybody's Got Something to Hide
FanfictionFan fiction about Ringo. COMPLETELY MADE UP! Warning: graphic. Most of it is about my life that I'm telling through Ringo to show that guys can go through stuff too. Cutting, depression, and eating disorders, etc.
