Art of Dying

2

The boy walks me back to the place he's staying at.

"It's not a hotel, but atleast we have a roof over our heads." He smiles.

I scan around the room. It's small and dark. Five suitcases were laying open on the floor. Apart from two bunk-beds, that was everything in the room.

I questionly look at him.

"Oh yeah, i share this room with me four bandmates."

"Where should i sleep?"

He looks pendant.

"You can take my bed. I'll sleep on the floor tonight."

I gasp. "No way! You take the bed, i'll sleep on the floor."

He sighs jokingly. "Well, we could share the bed."

I raise an eyebrow.

"I don't even know your name."

He offers me his hand.

"I'm George. George Harrison." He smiles.

I shake his hand.

"Mädchen. Mädchen Muller."

"Your name's Mädchen?" He asks, struggling to pronounce my name.

I sigh. "My-uhm...parents didn't think i was worthy of a real name so they called me Mädchen."
(Mädchen = girl)

The smile on his face disappears.

"Oh...i-uhh...i'm so sorry."

I fake a smile.

"Let's get some sleep yeah?"

"Right..."

He walks over to his suitcase and grabs a white shirt and some pants.

I open my suitcase and grab a long shirt to sleep in.

"That one's my bed." He says, pointing to the top bed of one of the bunks.

I now realize he's shirtless, about to put on that white shirt.
i can't hekp but notice his body is toned nicely.

"R-right."

I climb into the bed and lay down.
I get comfortable and close my eyes. After a couple of minutes, i feel George slide under the blanket with me.

"Ah don't worry about it love." George says when i scoot over for him.

We both close our eyes. Suddenly, i feel George roll over on his side, facing me.

"Mädchen." He whispers.

I roll over onto my side too and am now met with his big dark orbs.

"I'm glad you ran away from home." He whispers.

He reaches his hand out to my face, tucking some hair behind my ear.

"I'm glad you got away from yer parents and...i'm glad you ran away because...otherwise i'd never have met you." He smiles halfheartedly.

"I'm glad i ran away too."

I put my hand over his.

For a moment, we get lost in eachother's eyes. As we're about to kiss, we're interrupted.

"HAZZA'S GOT A GIRL IN HIS BED!" A guy roars as he enters the room.

We both shoot up.

"Quiet down John!" George yells back.

Two other guys enter the room after John.

"Hello." The other two say.

"Seems Stu and George both got lucky tonight." One of the guys whispers to another.

George rolls his eyes.

"Lads, this is Mädchen. She's had a rough night so please, let her get some rest."

"He went rough on ya did he?" John smirks.

"Cut it out Lennon."

John's words made me think back on my parents and how they went 'rough' on me.

John switches on the light. All of the sudden, four pairs of eyes are on me.

"Are you okay?" Another guy asked me as he saw my bruises.

"Yes. Please just...i need to sleep." I say, trying not to cry.

"A-alright. Lads, let's all just-uhm...be quiet yeah?" John, who apparently is the leader says.

The light went out and the three other guys crept into their beds.

George and i got back into our previous positions.

"I'm sorry." He whispers.

"It's fine."

He caresses my cheek softly.

"Goodnight Mädchen."