Chapter 3 - Just Give Me Time

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Katie's P.O.V

Great... Dad's talking on the phone and everyone's busy. I sighed and walked in the room.
"H-Hello." I said. No one heard. Great!
I walked over to the fridge and grabbed some OJ. I poured me a glass and sat at the table, next to Brenna.

"I never said that!" She laughed, talking to Stacy.
Stacy laughed and noticed me.
"Hey, Katie." She smiled.
I smiled back.
"You spoken yet?" Brenna asked me.
I nodded. I already said something today. I wasn't saying anything else.

"Today?" She questioned.
I nodded.
"OK... Did anyone hear Katie speak today?!" Stacy asked everyone.
"No." and a couple "Hadn't seen her today, yet." was said.
I sighed and dropped my head on the table.

"Katie... You have to say something...." Stacy frowned.
I shook my head.
"Kate, we all know that you sound bad and you hate it, but the more you talk, the better at it you'll get." Mick smiled, opposite Brenna.
I looked up at him and sighed.

"Kate..." Brenna gave me her 'pretty-please' face.
"Make me food." I said, not even slightly happy.
Everyone laughed and Stacy looked at Brenna as if saying "Go make her food!"
Brenna shook her head, laughing, but got up.

I dropped my head back on the table and whined.
"You'll be fine." Stacy smiled.
I stuck my tongue out at her.

Dad glanced at me, then walked into the living room. I looked up at the door. Who is he talking to?
I'm never gonna find out. Great...
Brenna gave me some Cheerios, snickering a little.
I'm not cheery!!!
I looked at her as if saying "Why are you doing this?"
Brenna just smiled and drunk her coffee. I sighed and ate, thinking about dad.

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I sat on the sofa, watching Kerrang! TV. Dad walked in and sat with me. I smiled at him and he smiled back. He seemed OK.
Psychosocial came on and I instantly thought of my friends. 

I wonder what they're doing? Do they go see Gran? Do they visit mom? Are they all still friends? I haven't spoken to any of then in a while...

"And the rain will kill us all...
We throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see-
" Dad mumbled.
"There's a difference between my father and me." I sung.

Dad looked at me as the song went on. He didn't speak, but I could just tell I lifted his mood. He smiled at me and said "Not once have I ever heard you sing that right, but I wouldn't have you any other way."

I laughed, under my breath, and smiled at him.
It's been a year, since mom passed. Yes, times have been difficult, but we're happy. Dad's my best friend. It's just the 2 of us, in this big ass house. Life is great.

I realized I just sung. I used my voice, without worrying. Maybe this talking thing will be easier then I'm thinking. Dad's here to help me. Brenna comes and to see us often... Stacy and Mick will pitch in, as will the rest of Slipknot.
I smiled, watching TV. I can do this!

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