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It was the next day when Penelope was in her apartment home drinking some tea. It was quiet, she thought about getting on her purple guitar and practicing her tunes. Then the phone rang, she looks over setting her cup of tea down on a small plate and on the counter. She walks over and answers the phone to her ear. The call came from a policeman and a hospital worker, and Penelope wasn't quite expecting this to happen when she listened to them. The policeman told Penelope to stay calm as best as she could, then the man finally told her what happened.
At 5 AM Mary McCartney, mother of Penelope McCartney, and daughter of Paul McCartney was in a car crash. She is currently losing time in the hospital, saying that she's only got thirty minutes left. Also, the fact that her own father didn't know. And with that, Penelope hangs up the phone and hurried to her car slamming the door shut behind her. She pressed the gas pedal and sped off to the hospital, tears strolling down her face, shocked, and confused. She HAD to get there in time to see her mother, she just had to see her.
She hurried into the parking lot and parked her car turning off the vehicle. She runs out into the ER and hospital, up to the counter asking for the name Mary McCartney. When they told her the level and room, she hurried up the stairs not even waiting for the elevator. When she got up to the right level, she hurried into the room where her mother was dying. Mary McCartney, laying there in the hospital bed barely alive. Penelope came to her side crying, she took her hand.
Mary's voice was shuddered and quiet as she felt her daughter's hand. Rubbing her finger, she looks to her daughter in a calming manner, she began to speak in a very quiet and scratchy voice, a voice that didn't sound like her's,
"My...sweet...poppy. If only we had m-more time...s-spent together."
Penelope held her mother's hand to her face crying,
"Please, please don't go mother. I don't want you to go."
Mary held her daughter's hand affectionately, she held onto it firmly telling her,
"I'll always be with you my dear. For I haven't have much time left......does...y-your father know?"
Penelope shook her head hastily, then Mary placed her hand on her daughter's beautiful face, she said,
"You can be the greatest, this world has ever known. No one in this world c___." Mary began to cough, the heart monitor went up and down beeping. Penelope became scared, then suddenly everything went back to a stabilized state. Mary sighs shakily, she looks back to her daughter, the kind look in her eyes, she knew she was dying. Her daughter bit her lip still trying to hold back a whole lot of tears. Mary spoke in a calm manner, breathing slowly,
"My...time....has come poppy..."
"No, no, no, no, no mother don't." begged Penelope finally letting out some more tears holding onto her mother's fragile hand. Mary chuckled, she spoke slowly and honestly again to her daughter,
"My dear poppy....it's apart of life....but while I'm gone. I have left you something, under this very hospital bed, that I stole from your g-grandfather...t-that I-I've left for y-you..."
Mary coughed again and the heart monitor went up dangerously, Penelope begged her mother in that moment holding onto her hand. The Doctor hurried around as Penelope was pushed back. The Doctor's began to start CPR on her mother, they shocker with their defibrillators, trying everything to keep Penelope's mother alive. The Doctor's shock her again, they checked for a pulse...nothing...They kept trying, giving her CPR, starting another IV drip, and they turned the power to 500 and they shocked her again. Nothing. There was simply no response.
The assistant wrote down the date of death. Penelope however was silent. She didn't cry. She was just dead silent. People walked past her getting a body bag and they zipped her mother and rolled her away right in front of her. Penelope watched as they took her beloved mother Mary away. Finally after she was gone, a single tear streamed down her face. The Doctor's asked if she needed anything or if she needed to call someone, but Penelope just stood silent. Not giving an answer.
When she was alone, Penelope slowly turns around. Everything was blurry to her, until then when everything became clear, there was something that sat on the ground right where the hospital bed was. She approached it trying to see what it was, and it was a guitar case. Coming to her knees, she unlocked the guitar case, and slowly opened it:
It was her grandfather's old bass guitar...
She covered her mouth sobbing, laying her head on the guitar, she mumbled shaking her head,
"Ma...why?"
Soon Penelope found herself grabbing onto the beautiful guitar, her head lifted up as she gently stroked the thing. She takes it out of it's case looking at it carefully. Why would her mother steal this from her grandfather? To give it to her? But why? Penelope's mind couldn't stand the pain, she had to stand up. She closed up her case snapping it shut. As she did so, she honorably slung the Paul McCartney bass guitar over her shoulder behind her.
This happened to her mother. She had to live on without her mother, she had to keep going. She had to move on, but, she had to sing a song in remembrance of her. Penelope couldn't wait to do it either, she had to show her emotion and she wasn't afraid either. They had to have known who she was. Asking a doctor's assistant to hold the case, Penelope slung her guitar to the front of her and began to walk down the steps.
Her fingers pinched every chord she played, every music note sounded beautiful. Even the doctor's assistant didn't mind at all, in fact, she enjoyed it. Soon, when Penelope came to the main room she began to sing her heart out,
singing the message to just Let it Be...
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