I have the feeling I'm going to be writing stories related to music. This is my second music inspired fanfic, I plan to make this less than 5 chapters but let's see where my imagination takes me!

While reading the story, I listened to Broken by Seether featuring Amy Lee. Such a touching song and it speaks numbers. I strongly suggest listening to it while reading my story.

Dark Themes will be in the story.

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The only sounds around were the cheers and jeers coming from the arena from the current match. Aj was sitting on a crate in a secluded corner of the stadium, thinking of nothing in particular as she was shrouded by complete darkness.

She couldn't be around anyone at the moment. She was dwelling in her own depression, still at the shock of what happened earlier in the day, a couple of hours before Raw started. She didn't know. She couldn't believe it was taken away from her before it all had a chance to start...She just couldn't...

"So after Raw we're heading out for drinks right?" Aj said to Kaitlyn over the phone, mindlessly twirling her hair around her finger. She was sitting Indian style on the giant California King Bed discussing plans for that day and the rest of the week.

"You betcha." Kaitlyn chirped. "Dolph doesn't think I can ride a bull. There's a bar about five miles from the stadium that has a bull riding game. I told him if I win, he sleeps on the couch and receives no sex for the next three months."

"And if you lose?" Aj smiled.

"He gets hardcore sex every night for the next three months."

"Seems like a fair bargain." Aj laughed.

"So what of you and Punk? Where is he anyways? Reading comics by the open fire?"

"We're fine. He went out to train down at the gym with John and Miz."

"Aj when I said what of you and Punk I meant your sex life."

Aj blinked at the sudden bluntness of Kaitlyn's words. Of course she knew her best friend was forever being blunt at anything and everything but even after two years she still caught her by surprise.

"Er...that's fine too. I mean it's not like it's bad or anything." Aj wasn't open about talking of her sex life like Kaitlyn and Alicia were. She blushed behind her curls even though no one was around to see her.

"Well work a little more on him. He's looking too tense coming to work everyday." Kaitlyn scolded. Aj giggled.

They continued talking over meaningless things. From Dolph's hair looking like freshly cut homemade pasta, [From a pasta maker] to Eve's satanic temper tantrums being taken out on just about everyone in the division. So far three hours wasted talking on the phone and Aj was feeling pretty content.

But at exactly 5:04 Aj started feeling warm blood pooling in her pants. She frowned. 'That's odd. Wasn't my period supposed to come a week go?' She usually tracked these things but this month she must've forgotten.

"Kait I gotta go. Gotta take care of something. I'll talk to you later."

"Alrighty then. See ya chick."

As soon as the dial tone followed Aj hung up and went to take a tampon from her suitcase.

But as soon as she got up severe pain shot up her back and in her abdomen. She fell from the sudden onset of it, and curled into a fetal position. What the hell was wrong? She was just fine. Could it have been something she ate? Aj quickly tried to remember all the things she ate that day.

Pancakes with syrup, coffee, latte, two slices of pizza and three slices of watermelon. Possibly the pizza might have had something in it, or the watermelon...

She gasped as another wave of pain overtook her. Aj had a scary feeling that whatever this was had nothing to do with food.

Too much in pain to get up, she attempted to crawl to the bathroom. Thankfully the door was already open so she went in and stayed near the toilet in case she needed to throw up.

She had expected quivering to come along, one of the signs of impending vomit but it never came. Confused and feeling extremely scared she stayed on the floor for the next fifteen minutes. She couldn't get up to get her phone, and she doubted anyone was around to hear her if she screamed. Pretty much all the occupants on her floor were superstars and divas and they were most likely already on their way to the arena.

The cramps and the pain seemed to come close together over the next few minutes. She had the need to sit on the toilet, so she did just that, hoping that whatever it was would leave her body and leave soon. She didn't want to be late for the show.

As soon as she did, blood came rushing out at a ridiculously fast pace. Aj didn't know what to think of it. She just sat there, too shocked to move. The more blood that came out the lesser the pain was. It seemed she sat there for an eternity before the blood flow stopped. Slowly, Aj lifted herself off the toilet seat, wiped, and turned around to see what had been expelled.

The sight that she was met with was too much. She let out a cry and fell to her knees, her hands over her mouth, muffling her sounds. She was blinded by her tears, trying to come to terms with exactly what she had been carrying, but never had a chance to know.

Just thinking about the earlier revelations brought her to tears once more. She didn't get a chance to tell Punk because he never came back to the hotel room. But honestly she didn't want to tell him. How could she tell him she'd lost their baby? Especially before the pregnancy was even able to commence? No, it would kill him. Probably kill him more than it now killed her.

She didn't even know why she came to work. Even though she never knew the embryo was there she felt empty inside. Amazing how she was able to enter depression so quickly within the last few hours. She was not up to a match at all tonight between her and Aksana. She didn't care if money would be deducted from her pay. She didn't care if Vince got mad at her. For the first time since she came to the WWE, she didn't care for it. And that meant a lot since she was in love with her job.

Her phone vibrated once more. She solemnly looked down at it. Kaitlyn. She'd been calling for the past hour since the show started wondering where she was. Aj had already sent her a text to tell the creative staff, Punk, Stephanie, and the rest of the crew that she couldn't make it for her matches and segments that night. But Kaitlyn was forever persistent.

She carefully got off the crate and onto the ground. The pain may have subsided but she felt weak, physically and mentally. She couldn't stay here anymore. She had to leave. She had to get away from all the madness, and wallow in her own.

She slipped past everyone in the shadows, pushing an exit door open and stepping into the brisk cold night. Maine was really beautiful at night. The clear open skies, the wind gently pushing the clouds along. Oh how Aj wished to be one of those clouds. She wanted to float aimlessly with no problems in her life, to escape all of them, but she had to face the fact that this was reality. A reality she wished she could've changed from the start.

With a deep sigh and a choked cry, she set out down the street and into the dark night, the moonlight being her only source of comfort and light.