*The quote at the beginning of this chapter are from Kenny Chesney's song Who You'd Be Today (I do not own this) and I have not put all of the lyrics down.*

*The / in a quote means the end of a line and a … means there is part of the song here that I did not use.*

Chapter Twelve- An Unknown Woman

"Sunny days seem to hurt the most/ I wear the pain like a heavy coat/ I feel you everywhere I go/ I see your smile, I see your face/ I hear you laughing in the rain/ Still can't believe you're gone/ It ain't fair you died too young/ like a story that had just begun/ The death tore the pages all away/ God knows how I miss you/ All the Hell that I've been through/ Just knowing that no one could take your place/ Sometimes I wonder who you'd be today/… Some days the sky's so blue/ I feel like I can talk to you/ I know it might sound crazy/ … Sunny days seem to hurt the most/ I wear the pain like a heavy coat/ The only thing that gives me hope/ Is I know I'll see you again someday." –Kenny Chesney Who You'd Be Today

She got up the next morning and knew that today was the day. There was no sense avoiding it, so she got up and began to get ready. It was a Saturday and already about ten in the morning. She was surprised that Victor had let them all sleep that long. She slowly put on her clothes, make up and did her hair. She took her good sweet time doing all of this, as if she had all of the time in the world. She knew all too well that she didn't. She knew that a life could be taken without any warning and, seemingly, without any reason.

It was ten forty-five before she was finally ready. She looked at herself in the mirror and told herself to be brave. No one was going to mention it because no one knew what had happened so she could act, to the best of her ability, that everything was ok. She was about to walk out the door when she realized that she had forgotten something.

Patiricia pulled the tin out from the drawer in her nightstand. She dug to the bottom; she knew exactly what she was looking for, and soon she found it: an old obituary.

She looked at it, the girl with the sparkling, blue eyes and long, wavy brown hair was so beautiful. She looked so happy, so full of life. The date of death rang out as the last reminder of what today was: three years ago to the day. She shoved the obituary into her pocket; Patricia was going to need the girl today. The girl would help her stay strong in the midst of all of this pain that she always felt when she remembered what happened.

She left her room and walked down stairs to join the others for breakfast.

Eddie sat next to Patricia at the table for lunch that afternoon. He noticed that she wasn't eating anything and after a while he finally whispered to her, "Are you ok? You haven't eaten any lunch and you barely touched breakfast."

She answered in a voice that seemed like it was somewhere else, "I'm fine," and patted Eddie's hand to reassure him. "I'm just not very hungry today." She sat there poking her food with the fork while everyone else finished eating.

After a while everyone got up and went off doing their own thing after Patricia offered to clean up.

Aflie, KT, Fabian, and Eddie were in the living room talking and updating Aflie on what they had found in the library as Patricia took the plates off the table. Just then a woman unknown to the five on the couch walked in. She asked to see Patricia.

"Patricia," Eddie said, "there's a girl looking for you." Patricia turned around from the table to look at who it was.

The plates suddenly came crashing out of her hands and onto the floor. The plates shattered into a million pieces with a huge crash. It was impossible; how could she be here; it was impossible. Patricia stared in a total loss for words at the girl as she waved back at her. It was impossible, it had to be…