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There was something quite rational, yet ironic in the way it came to this... It had been a strange, very long few days for Katie Coyle. "Rollercoaster" would be the word to describe it, if she had been a cliché. But there was one thing that Katie Coyle was not, and that was a cliché. In the last few days, she had lost her girlfriend, throwing her personal life into the pits of despair over something as stupid as a little bit of flirting. However, she had seen perhaps her most successful professional weekend to date at the same time. It was almost as if her body wasn't sure whether to celebrate or mourn.
Getting back to her room in a posh hotel in London's west end, Katie sighed deeply. It had been a long weekend. She looked around her and was immediately thankful for the comforts she could now so easily afford. This was all down to hard work, this was down to her, and the people who had believed in her. She glanced down for a second and caught a glimpse of something shining in the light. Placing her hand under it, she raised a silver pendant into her line of vision. Nicole had given her this. And now Nicole was nothing but a memory. All because Katie had been a stupid girl on one lonely night away from her partner. Her concentration was interrupted as a single tear splashed down onto the silver heart, and she sat in the large armchair in front of her, inhaling deeply.
Her breath hurt her chest at the very height of her inhalation. Yes, it was a slight pain, not worth worrying about, but it was a sharp pain nonetheless, and have given Katie quite a fright. She rubbed her chest nonchalantly as she reached down to her side and picked up the three awards she had just won at the Fans Choice Awards.
As she looked at the awards, Katie started to reflect on the past 4 months. This was the first time she had been fundamentally alone for a while. Sure, she revelled for a while in the glory of three awards...and she marvelled at her own sales records, both for albums and singles. She smiled when she remembered that today, just today, she had scored her first number one single. But she also cried. She cried and she cried for what felt like hours. Some of the tears were laced with happiness. People had kindly given her so much. Most of the tears however were reserved for the negatives. Her two loves....Nicole Woods....Miss Vanity. All she had now of both were the memories....the recollections of times together. She cried for her lost dream, she cried for her mother, her father, for herself...
She cried until she fell asleep. Peaceful at last. Sleeping like a proverbial baby, curled up in a chair which was almost comically too big for her.
Her peace was broken soon after however. It was with a jolt that she was awoken from her sleep. The shooting pain which instantaneously riddled every nerve in her left arm saw to that. She whimpered slightly at the quick pain, which had gone just as quickly as it had come. Relaxing ever so slightly, she reclined further into the chair, cuddling into herself, and feeling sorry for herself. She planned to lie there until the morning...until her discomfort subsided.
It was then that the second pain hit her. Just below her left breast, Katie felt a stabbing pain which caused her to omit a low "ugh" noise, and her mouth fell open. Panic hit her for the first time, as, for a few seconds, she struggled to catch her own breath...it was as if the second sudden, equally quick to come, and equally quick to go, had shocked her lungs into momentary paralysis. As she gathered her breath, Katie tried not to cry. She knew that something here was not right. Something was going wrong with her...but she had to stay calm.
She counted slowly to 10....taking a deep breath with each count. As she hit 8 however, a third, considerably more substantial pain hit the same spot under her left breast. This one was not so quick to subside, and as Katie sobbed in pain, writhing on the chair, her feet kicking, as if trying to find a foothold with which to push away the agony, she clutched at her chest, pushing her hands in tightly. The pain seemed to grow for a few minutes as the 19-year-old struggled to stay concious under the barrage of stabbing and twisting sensations.
katie felt herself gasp for a breath. It was as deep as she ever had to dig, and she knew she was fighting for something...something more important than anything in her life had ever been. As she turned onto her front, she saw her mobile phone on the floor, inches from the seat. Gasping again, she picked it up....dialling 999, and hitting call as fast as her weakened fingers would permit. The pain caused her to yell out, as a fourth wave caught her in that sam, unforgiving spot. She gulped at the cool air around her as everything began to go fuzzy, urging herself to stay awake.
"Hello, emergency, which service would you like?" came a voice which sounded so distant. "Ambulance," thought Katie's brain...the last bastion of rational thought in her agony induced body....
But then, it all subsided. All of a sudden, she felt a warmth wash over her entire being, and she calmly pressed the button to abort the phone call. She wasn't sure why she suddenly felt so relaxed, but she knew that it was all ok now...she had nothing to worry about. Katie reached around her and lifted the awards which she had dropped in pain earlier on, and read them one by one as she breathed very shallow, very laboured breaths.
She cradled each award to her chest, resting her cheek on the cool metal as she reflected one last time on what she had achieved in four short months. There was something quite rational, yet ironic in the way it came to this... there were to be none of the fireworks which had characterised her rise to fame here tonight...she hadn't attempted this herself as she had done in the past...and she hadn'tfreaked out, ironically. Yet rationally, it was the stress which was to be Katie's downfall. She had brought so much on herself over the last few months, and she realised at this point...as she felt no need to gasp for air, that a fragile 19-year-old mind and body just could not handle it.
She took one last chance to gaze at herself in the mirror across the room. Her face looked very white now, more so than she had ever seen it. But her eyes were washed over with a calm acceptance she had never seen in herself. All of a sudden, she gripped her awards ever tighter, and breathed in deeply one time. As she exhaled, she felt the rush of warmth once more, and she closed her eyes...no drama, no insanity...as she quietly and calmly slipped away...ooc: Thank you to everyone who has helped make Katie my most succesfull character on these boards to date. Edited by user 09 October 2014 00:37:04(UTC)
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