3 years later
Katalinas POV
Today was the day. Today I was moving back to LA. I packed as many clothes and a few other essentials into one suit case and left for the airport. I finished college. As of right now. I wasn't an author, nor will I ever be. I had a pretty good amount of money. Little did my siblings and I know, Mom set aside a lot of money for us kids.
I hadn't talked to any of the Why Don't We boys in three years.
I was extremely depressed. My anxiety was extremely bad as of right now as well. I don't really talk a lot so my voice is raspy now.
Natalie turned her back on me and claimed that I'm the reason her and her boyfriend broke up.
I haven't seen my brother or sister in years.
As of right now, I had no one who loved me. I had no one who cared about me. I could be dead in my apartment and no one would know.
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I land in LA.
I get outside and feel the warm sun against my skin. Ah, I love this place.
I call an Uber and he brings me to my new house. It was big. (That's what she said. Sorry😂)
I got a text message on my phone from a number I didn't recognize.
*unknown number*: idk. I just know that she's gonna be sorry for it.
"She's gonna be sorry for it?" What does that mean? I honestly didn't care, instead, I went on with my day. I went straight to my bedroom and laid down on my big, comfy bed.
I had come here about a month ago to put all my furniture in.
As I was laying there, old memories of California started to come to my mind. Most of my thoughts were of Daniel. I felt a wet tear travel down my face. One tear led to two tears, then three tears, then an entire breakdown.
I had mental breakdowns often. But this one was bad. I felt like I couldn't breathe. Actually, I couldn't breath. All I could do was sit there, on my cold floor, and cry.
I reached for my phone. I didn't know who to call, but I needed someone. I clicked on the nearest contact number and hit the "call" button. I looked and realized I was calling Daniel. OH NO! I tried hanging up but it was to late. He already answered.
"Kat? What's wrong."
He sounded really worried. I couldn't even get a word out.
"D- Daniel, I ne- need , y- you". I managed to say in between sobs.
"Kat, where are you?"
I managed to sob out my address as well.
"I'll be right there."
He quickly hung up. I tried crawling to my bathroom because I felt like I needed to throw up, but I was stuck. I simply couldn't move. I felt like someone was holding me down. I felt like my body was super glued to the floor.
I heard my front door open.
"Kat?!"
Daniel ran in my room and he immediately went white.
He ran down next to me.
I tried moving towards him but I still felt like I couldn't move.
"D- Daniel, I c- can't move."
"What do you mean?"
"Idk, I just can't move. I feel like I'm stuck here."
He quickly grabbed my waist and pulled me into his chest. My whole body was aching. I tried wrapping my arms around him but couldn't. He could clearly saw me struggling so he grabbed my arms and slowly put them around him. He tried calming me down by singing. I will admit it worked. I pretty much stopped crying other then a few tears here and there.
"Ok Kat. Can you move?" He asked me.
I tried moving but still felt like I couldn't. I shook my head no. He looked really confused. He pulled away from me and stood up. He bent down and grabbed my hands. He pulled me up so that I was standing and held onto me. I felt like I didn't even have a body. I felt weak.
"I'm bringing you to the hospital."
My eyes went huge.
"No. Daniel, I'm fine I don't need to go. Heck, I didn't even mean to call you. Why would I call you? We haven't even talked in two years."
"Kat, I'm sorry. I really am sorry. Trust me, I didn't forget about you but-"
"Daniel set me down and get me an ice pack."
He laid my down on my bed and went out into my kitchen.
He came back and put the ice pack on my forehead. I closed my eyes and thought for a second.
"Daniel?" I opened my eyes slightly.
He was pacing back and forth in my room. He stopped and looked at me, rushing over next to me.
"Yeah?"
"Can you cuddle me?"
He smiled at me. I closed my eyes again as he crawled into bed next to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and cuddled into my neck.
After a little bit, I started to move again.
He looked up at me.
"Are you starting to move again."
I shook my head yes.
I'm pretty sure we both feel asleep because I woke up because Daniel was trying to get out of bed.
I realized he was trying to get his phone. He saw me open my eyes,
"Oh, sorry, did I wake you up?"
"Yeah, but it's fine."
"Just go back to sleep."
He answered his phone and mouthed the words, "I'll be right back" to me. He walked out of my room, not shutting the door all the way.
"But Steve. She needs me right now. I can't just leave her again."
I sat straight up when I heard him say that.
"Who's Steve, and what does he mean "he can't just leave me again?"
