Is Anybody Out There - K'NAAN

Cody's Hotel Room

9:25 P.M.

I was in the bathroom brushing my hair fresh out the shower. I had a plaid button up shirt (that wasn't buttoned), jean shorts, and a pair of silly monkey socks. Don't judge though, I'm young. Kinda. My birthday is next week. I'm turning 27. Ugh. That means 3 more years until I hit the big 3 0. Great.

"So is she your girlfriend?"

"No."

"Is she your friend?"

"No."

"So why is she in your bathroom?" I pressed my ear onto the door to hear the conversation about me. I know it's about me because I'm the only one in the bathroom. I hope.

"Look, she got punched in a bar a couple nights back by her ex boyfriend. I'm just trying to put on the 'Night and Shining Armor' role because she's a fan. I'm trying to save my career. I'm sorry but I don't feel like getting buried by wrestling sites."

"Okay, Cody. I'm just asking because I saw her in the hall earlier and she's kinda hard on the eyes if you get my drift." I heard a deep laugh and a light giggle and I had enough. Tears had already started to form in my eyes when I heard what Cody said and I wasn't going to stop them from falling. I threw my brush into the bathroom mirror, making the mirror shatter. I grabbed my bag and threw open the door. I went over to Cody to see them standing, surprised by the sudden crash.

"Fuck you both. And Kelly, you really are the WWE biggest hoe." I gave her a slap to the face, not just because she deserved it, but because I felt like it, and ran out the room. I knocked on John's door to no answer. I didn't know where Punk stayed so instead I ran out the hotel, finding the nearest ally. I sat down tears still rolling down my face. I looked at my arm to see a big gash on my wrist, then everything went blank.


"Come on get up. Up. Up. Kelsey!" I felt someone tapping me on my face but I didn't want to get up. I felt weak. Then, suddenly, water was splashed on me. That got me up.

"THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU," I screamed, getting the water out of my face so I can see who did it. I then stopped in no other than CM Punk, that signature smirk on his face.

"Well, nothing is wrong with me seeing as I'm the WWE Champ," his grin turning serious, "but something's wrong with you. Why did I find you in an ally last night?"

I told him the whole story, to when I started school, to the bar, Alison, to me bitch slapping Kelly. He got a laugh at the last part but then he got mad at me saying I shouldn't cut my self.

"Ugh, Punk, I don't cut my self!"

"Don't deny just come out with the truth."

"Im not denying anything!"

"Look at your left wrist," he said pointing to my arm. I looked down to see my my wrist heavily bandaged. I don't cut myself, that's from the mirror. Guess I got to tell him that.

"When I heard the conversation end, I threw my brush making it shatter. When I went to the ally, I noticed the gash. It's from the mirror, promise."

"Okay, Im going to run out and get some food. Get cleaned up and stuff, we're headed to Europe. I tell Vince that your my…," he trailed off for a second, thinking of an excuse. "My girlfriend. I'll think of a lie while I'm out. Need anything?" I shook my head and left the room. I grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels. I hate hotel cabel, it never has anything on. I settled on the food channel and got into the shower.


When Punk got back he told me I have to eat on the bus. I had on a pair of green and blue plaid shorts, blue high top Nikes, and a green fitted shirt. The Nike sign and the shoe lace were green so I matched perfectly. I let my hair fall down to my back, almost reaching my back. When we got to the bus, I learned it was his own. Kofi Kingston road with him, but he seemed like a nice guy so I didn't have a problem. We got onto the plane where I saw Cody give me an apologetic look. I simply rolled my eyes and sat down next to Punk. He was sleep so I just looked out the window.

"Hey, um, Kelsey?"

I looked over at Punk. He still had his eyes closed but he was awake. "Yeah?"

"You're Straight Edge right?"

"Yeah."

"Why is that?"

A gulp formed in my throat and it was hard to swallow. The reason I was Straight Edge was because of him. I'm scared to tell him, what if he thinks I'm like a weird stalker or something. Oh, Kelsey, swallow it and tell him. You've been through worst. "You. I first saw you in ROH and I learned you were Straight Edge. Your knuckles say Drug free and I never did drugs. I didn't be that person that died in a car wreck because I drunk. And, I smoked once and I'm never doing it again. It burns your throat. I have a tattoo on my back that says Straight Edge with dead roses crossing it in the background making a X."

He laughed. "I saw the tattoo that's why I asked. You plan on getting anymore?"

"Heck no! I sat in that tattoo parlor for five hours in excrutiating pain. Im not doing it again."

"So you don't like pain, huh," he asked, his eyes open now.

"No, not really, why?"

"You're in," he said, as if I was supposed to know what he was talking about.

"In what?"

"WWE, that's what! Somebody recorded that match you had with Cody and showed it to Vince. He loved it. So once again, you're in."

I was happy and mad at the same time. I wasn't planning on being apart of the WWE. This week has so many surprises. "That's great and all but I'm not trained."

"Yeah you are, but Vince said you still need an helper."

"Well ,who is he?"

He stood up, stretching, his shirt lifting slightly so I can see his stomach. "You're looking at him."


I flopped down on Punk's hotel bed, still laughing at what we did today. We got on the big eye, trained some more, saw a movie, and went to the carnival. He got out the bathroom, smiling, motioning me to get changed. I got up, kissing his cheek for the umpteenth time today, and went into the bathroom. I went back into the room laying down on the bed with Punk. I had an overly sized Shawn Michaels shirt on with boy shorts under. I got under the cover and Punk wrapped his arm around me, making me my stomach tighten.

"So, you really did like Cody huh?" I nodded. "He didn't like you though did he," he asked as I shook my head, falling asleep. "Well, you should know the people that like you are closer," he scooted up, his front on my butt, "than you think."