(Katy's POV)
"Katy? Katy!" Shannon said, snapping her fingers in front of me. I looked at over at Shannon, remaining completely silent.
"John and his niece are here, everyone said they would be arriving later on in the evening so there all ready for you know..." Shannon said hesitantly.
"The funeral." I said firmly getting out of bed and walk down satires. Shannon followed me down the stairs, putting her small hand on my back. I looked at her and gave a small smile.
"Katy..." I heard the low comforting voice of John filling my ears. He came over to me with open arms. I smiled weakly and gave him a hug.
"You okay?" he asked me as he looked into my eyes. I wanted to scream at him no I'm not fine my daughters just been killed, but I knew I couldn't say that. Not yet at least.
"I'm fine." I replied giving him my best smile. He couldn't tell it was fake thank goodness, I've had so much practice throughout the years that it has become such a habit to cover up true thoughts and feelings. Only those closest to me can tell the difference. Wait, what am I saying? That's ridiculous, of corse John and I close!
"May I introduce you to my niece Georgia" John says, pointing towards an average height girl with long brown hair with thick black glasses. I recognise her from somewhere, I just can't put my finger on it.
"Nice to meet you." I say anyway, i wasn't really in the mood to meet anyone at the moment.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, my uncles talked a lot about you!" Georgia said giving me a hug. I hug her back unexpectedly. I saw John smiling from the corner of my eye.
"Do you have a toilet I could use?" Georgia asks, pulling out of the hug.
Uh yes, down the corridor first door to the left" I say.
Georgia left John and I in the entrance way alone.
"Why are you smiling so much?" I said emotionless as I see John smiling like a complete idiot.
" It's nice to see you with my niece, I could just imagine you as a mother... Very soon!" John said walking over to me, hugging me from behind. I felt my heart ache at his words. I am already a mother, or am I?
"What's wrong?!?" John asks as he sees a tear fall down my cheek.
"Please could I have sometime to myself?" I say, feeling a massive lump form in my throat. Before I could even give anytime for John to answer, I rush out of his arms and run upstairs to Pearl's room and lock myself in there. I lay on her bed that hasn't been touched for three years. I grab her pillow and cry into it loudly.
Tomorrow Is going to be hell I am not prepared for any of this to end.
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Lost In Captured Thoughts
FanfictionIt's been three years since Pearl and Katy have been separated and both of them are struggling to survive without each other. Both of their lives have changed for the better and for the worst. But when they find out each other's secrets will they ac...
