Each Scar Tells A Story (A Katy Perry Fanfic)

Chapter 8- Today's the Day

Angela and Shannon both stayed over again last night. This time Angela's in the guest room and Shannon slept in my bed, mainly because they're taking it in turns to ease me out of the nightmares I've been having recently and partly because I despise sleeping alone.

I keep reliving the accident. What if I never got out? If I stayed trapped? What if nobody came to rescue me? What if Amelia dies and I'm the one responsible and it's all my fault?

I make one more trip to the Hospital before I go. I find her room by myself as I've been here plenty of times that I now remember. I enter the room and sit down taking her hand in mine. I stroke her hand with my thumb. Nothing unusual, but this time something's different. Something's changed. I try to shrug this feeling off and push it to the back of my mind.

I just sit there stroking her hand and staring at nothing in particular just thinking about the next few months. That is until something suddenly distract me from my thoughts. It all happened so quickly, within moments of the beeping noise protruding my eardrums loads of doctors and nurses rush in and I'm ushered out.

I fall to the floor in the corridor in sheer shock. A strong, masculine pair of hands grab me and pull me up off the floor and lead me to a small room a little further down the corridor with softer seats.

I sit down crying once I realise what happened in there, the strong hands are now around my shoulders as I cry hysterically, my head in my hands elbows on my knees.
"Shh it's okay" he tells me.
I recognise that voice. Leaving my hands over my face I glance in his direction.
"John?" I whisper sobbing, "What are you doing here?" I manage to ask.
But before he has time to reply a doctor appears in the doorway and crosses the room to sit in the chair the other side of me.
"Miss Perry, I'm sorry to inform you-"
"NO NO NO" My shouts cut him off. I can't bare to hear the rest of what he has to say.
"Kate, just listen" John soothes. Immediately I shut up and glare at the doctor signalling for him to repeat and or contine.
"I'm very sorry, but sadly Amelia has passed away due to internal bleeding."
I cry even more hysterically even though I didn't actually think it was possible.

I sit bolt upright, a cold sweat all over my body, my bed feeling moist due to how much I'm sweating. I'm shaking and I can't breathe properly. My body forcing me to take short, shallow breaths.
"Katy? What's wrong? Are you okay?" Shannon asks tentatively yet fear evident in her eyes.
I turn my head to face her and shake my head slowly, still unable to breathe normally.
"Aaaannnggg" Shannon screeches loud enough to wake the entire neigbourhood. Within 10 seconds Angela was at my bedroom door.
I stare at her wide eyed and panic striken, making breathing even more difficult.

*Angela's POV*
"Aaaannnggg" I hear Shannon scream from Katy's room. I leap out of bed, immediately leave the room and run as fast as I can towards my sister's room. I push her door open and see Katy sat up straight, breathing irregularly.
I cross the room and sit on the edge of the bed, next to Kate, and start stroking her back, hopefully giving her the sense of comfort it usually does.
"Right Katy breathe with me" I say, hoping that the antenatal classes are actually coming in useful.
"In" I say, both of us taking a breath in. I silently count to 3. "And out" I say as we both breathe out "but slowly" I remember.
We repeat this twice more and Katy seems a lot calmer than she did moments ago when I walked in.
"How did you do that?" Shannon whispers amazed like a small child watching a magic show.
"It's magic Shan" I joke winking at and nudging Kate.
Katy still seems a bit shocked so I send Shan to get her a glass of water from downstairs and she reluctantly goes.

While she's away I walk over to the side of the bed she slept on and climbed in. Scooting right up to my sister I pull her into a hug, stroking her arm with one hand and her hair with the other.
Shannon comes back with the water which she hands to Katy while sitting on the edge of the bed where I was before, and helps her bring the glass to her lips as she still seems a little bit shaky.