The One That Got Away

Chapter 4

Katy's POV
I can't believe this. She's totally in denial. I quickly left Brooke's room and ran to the restroom. I ran right past Angela and Shannon and ignored all the calls of the nurses telling me to slow down. I entered the bathroom and fell to my knees, crying. There's no way I could do this. My life was falling apart before Brooke and now it's even worse. I don't even want to live anymore. Maybe it'd just be easier to end it all. No one would miss me and I wouldn't have to feel this pain.

"Katy? Katy, are you in there? It's Angie," I heard from outside the bathroom.

"Yes," I said as I let out a loud sob.

"Oh my god," she muttered. "Let me in Kate. I can help you."

"Okay," I said as I moved away from the door. I hadn't realized that I was blocking it and I'm quite lucky no one was in here. I can only imagine the headlines that would create.

"Oh gosh. You're worse than I thought," my sister said as she entered the bathroom and saw me lying on the floor. She closed the door behind her and locked up.

I just nodded and let out another sob. Angela quickly dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around me.

"It's okay. Come on. Let it all out. Tell me what's wrong," she cooed.

"I don't know. I was already so broken and this has just made things worse even though I thought it would make it better," I said as I stared at the ground.
"Ange, I don't even want to live anymore. I don't see the point. No one cares and everything is so painful. I can't do it anymore. Waking up everyday for the past two weeks has been unbearable. I just can't take it. I'm not strong enough."

I looked up and saw that Angela had tears in her eyes. She hugged me tighter and rested her head on my head.

"Damn, Katy. I don't even know what to say," she said after a couple of minutes. I knew it was true because she only swears when she can't think of other words. "People do care. I care. I wouldn't be sitting on the bathroom floor of a hospital if I didn't care. Speaking of which, please find somewhere new to have mental breakdowns. This is disgusting."

I couldn't help but giggle a little. Angela hates dirty places.

"But seriously. You are the strongest person I know. Not many pop stars would continue a world tour like her life was perfect even though her marriage was falling apart and people do care. Mom, Dad, David, Grandma, your Katycats, Shannon, Johnny, Markus. I could go on for hours, Katy. You just need to know that people care and will be impacted if you just decide to kill yourself. I know you're hurting but it'll get better. We can get you a therapist. We can fix this. Just please promise me that I won't ever have to walk into your house and find you dead. I can't handle that," Angela said, looking at me with pleading eyes. For the first time in a while, I started to think that things might get better.

"Okay," I said, softly.

"Just remember that I'm only a phone call away and same with Shannon. Speaking of her, I left her in the waiting room and she's very confused. We should probably get back before she goes nuts. You also have a daughter to attend to," Angela said as she stood up and dusted her pants off. She put her hand out and offered to help me up which I gladly accepted. I tried to fix myself up as best I could before we began the long walk to Brooke's room. As we approached the area where the receptionist is, I saw a small woman yelling at the receptionist.

"Listen, I just need a simple answer. Did you see Katy Perry go left or did you see her go right? It's not that hard," the woman yelled in a voice that I could recognize anywhere. Of course. It was Shannon. I gave Angela a knowing look and picked up my pace. I approached Shannon and pulled her away from the desk while shooting the receptionist an apologetic smile. I left Angela to apologize.