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"Tomorrow will be 13 months to the day." He said aloud to himself. He sat on his bed and pulled out his wallet. He sighed as he looked at a picture. There sat a girl, in her mid-twenties, with the biggest smile on her face. He had just bought her a black pot-bellied pig for her 23th birthday. Shoving the wallet back in his pocket, he couldn't help but wonder where she was. The last contact he had gotten from her was a message on his machine. That was 12 months ago. He tried calling her home phone and her cell, but both numbers had been disconnected. He never got letters or emails back. So after 6 months of trying, he gave up. There he sat, lost in thoughts until a loud knock on the door jolted him back. At the door stood two men, who both had brown hair and blue eyes.

" John, Randy, what do you want?" He mumbled as the two men entered the room. John looked at the larger man.

" We just wanted to see if you wanted to come get something to eat with us. Mark is coming too." Randy said as he sat down on the couch. He sighed and just looked at the younger men.

" Look, I know that it's hard, but tomorrow is Royal Rumble and you need to focus. Just don't let it get to your head, Glen." John said as he sat next to Randy. Glen just laughed.

" Too late. I just wished she would call or something." Glen sighed.

" Well, she just might. Anything can happen." Randy turned the TV on, not really listening to the other two men.

" I miss her too. She was the one person who never judge me." John sighed. He knew what Glen was feeling, but the older man was feeling it 100 times worst.

" I've called her sisters and her brother. They don't know where she is. Her own mother doesn't even know where she is. Don't tell me that isn't messed up?"

" Maybe she just needed a break?" Randy replied not even looking away from the TV. Both men look at him in disbelief. He did not just say that.

" Randy, get out. You have no business being here. She didn't like and probably still doesn't." Glen growled. Randy raised an eyebrow and laughed.

" I guess you don't want to hear what I found out." Randy made his way to the door and opened it.

" Wait, what did you find out?" John asked, ignoring what had just happened between Glen and Randy.

"Well, I found out that she was on tour with her band for 3 months."

" What? How do you know this?" Glen slammed the door shut and looked at the young man. Randy smirked, knowing that the info he found out was gonna get Glen's attention. Randy had recently wandered on to a heavy metal/punk website. There he had come across a picture of a punk band that goes by Gladius. As soon as he clicked on the name, a picture of the band popped up. Right away, he noticed the chick in the middle of 3 guys. She had short red hair and brown eyes, but the one thing that stood out was the sword tattoo on her stomach the point and half of the sword being covered by her jeans.

" Well, you know her band Gladius? They did Van's Warped Tour over the summer. I came across their band's website." Glen's eyes widened. He couldn't believe it. She wasn't dead. She was fine and happy. She always told him that singing was a way to deal with the pain.

" Orton, you better not be kidding." John said seriously. The last John heard she was just about to go on tour and getting ready to shoot her first music video.

" Nope. She dyed her hair red and cut it short." Randy sat back down, knowing very well that he wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. Glen was still in shock. He didn't know what to say.

" Did you try e-mailing the band or something?" The large man finally got out.

" I did, but they didn't respond back." John whispered. Glen sighed. Just when there was hope, it was gone.

" Well, lets go to get food." John said, hoping that it would lighten up everyone's mood.

MEANWHILE

From the balcony, she watched the four men walk across the street to a diner. It was weird for her to see them in person. She never once missed Raw or Smackdown on TV. She knew tomorrow was gonna be one hell of day. Grabbing her jacket, she quickly made her way to the diner. She put her hood up and sunglasses and ran across the street. As quietly as possible, the young woman made her way past the group of men and sat down in the next booth. None of the guys had even noticed her. Slipping off her sunglasses, she ordered some food and quietly listened to the conversation going on between the men she once knew.

" Dude, I can't believe it." Mark said shaking his head. Randy had just finished telling him his story. To say the least, Mark always thought that she had gone back to her band.

" I know and here I thought she just disappeared." Glen replied back.

"From what I see, she doesn't give a fuck that about us. If she did then why hasn't she replied?" John said, bitterly. The young women choked on her food. She had just heard one of her best friends say that she didn't care about them. With tears threatening her eyes, she threw money on the table and walked out. The four men watched the girl leave crying. Just as she got back to her hotel room, her cell went off.

" Are you ready for tomorrow?" the voice at the other end. Taking her hood off, she sighed.

" Yes, more than ever."

" Good. Meet me bright and early in room 509. I'll be waiting." Hearing the click on the other end, the women chucked her cell phone aside and began to prepare mentally for the next day.