John and Crown parked the car at a pump, and we got out of the car. "Thanks for the ride John and John!" Lily waved. Why the fuck is she suddenly chippy? Not even 2 hours ego she was depressed as fuck. What the fuck is going on in her mind? We walked uphill home and I opened the door. We went in and Lily sat on the couch. I wasted so much of my free time. "I'm going to the pub, stay here, don't go outside,"

"What am I supposed to do here?" She asked.

"Figure it out," The only guy in this town that isn't friendly to me is the barkeep. That owner. Who would be friendly to the person you pay to entertain a crowd but couldn't because she was too depressed to do so? Not me. I'd shoot that fucker, if the fucker wasn't me, if that fucker was me, I'd be pretty pissed. I walked downhill and I got inside, there were no one young that day, I mean, the young ones tend to flock here at night, in the day its just the old folks. I went to the bar, and I sat down on the stool. "Whiskey please," I said. I play here every weekend, I suppose it doesn't matter. The jewel of Anderson, "Crocker's Tavern", great drinks, shitty music, especially when I play here.

"Jimmy told me what you did, you're not half bad. That one's on me," He said as he poured whiskey into a tumbler and gave it to me. I thought he hated me.

"I thought you hated me?" I said as I took a sip. It was the good stuff.

"I don't hate people, especially a Luna Loud lookalike. I just hate the fact that you cry whenever you remember a certain song. What the fuck is wrong with you? This is a pub, for old fucks, not a bar for depressed fucks." He said. I looked up. "Get your fucking life together,"

"Sorry about that, I'll try not to cry when on the job," I said. Then, I asked, jokingly. "I could just be the real deal, the real Luna Loud, is that so hard to accept?"

"You? You look like you got hit by a truck. I don't think a once famous rock star would spend two years working at a gas station in rural Oregon. Get your fucking facts straight, you crazy bitch." He laughed.

"Thanks," I replied sarcastically.

"Just don't fucking cry when you're on stage, the economy being bad is enough," He continued before going going to an old guy that wants a refill. I took a sip from the tumbler and I looked around. Everyone's old, retired probably. This town will go extinct in a decade. I took another sip, and I felt that emotion again. The music's back, I can hear the G-notes ringing in my ears. Fuck. Today was going good enough I didn't even remember the pain, why the fuck is it coming back now? I'm trying to enjoy my fucking drink! It grew louder.

I finished the spirit in the glass, and I got out. I'm not drunk yet. I want to be drunk. But something was stopping me from drinking more inside. Maybe I just don't want to sit in that fucking place for another hour. Fuck it. I'll just drink at home. I ran out the door and I could hear the sounds slowing down. Fuck. I could feel my drool flowing down the corner of my mouth. Damn it. What the hell is wrong now? The convenience store is across the street. I went inside, and I saw that round mirror thing on the ceiling. I went straight to the liquor aisle, and I grabbed the cheapest and biggest bottle of whiskey they had. Just as I was about to go to pay, I saw packs of cat food on the bottom shelf. I remembered that dumb kitten. Fuck it. The cunt must be hungry. I grabbed 2 of the nearest wet food cans and I sat it all on the counter. The clerk scanned it, and he said, "That'd be $54.99," I paid. "Would you like a plastic bag-" I left, I shoved the cat food in my pocket and I held the bottle of whiskey by its neck. I crossed the road and I walked uphill. I went to where the cat was at yesterday, but I couldn't find it. He wasn't in his box.

"Gee, where are you?" I called for him. "I got you some snacks!" I walked around the building and I still couldn't find it. I walked around a bit, I found him under the dumpster, chewing on a chicken bone. "There you are Gee," I picked him up. I brought him back to his box and I opened the can of cat food on the floor. He sniffed it, and he munched on it. He was ravishing the tuna. You hungry little fella. I laughed. "You must be hungry, how do you feel Gee?" I asked him as I sat down beside his box. I know he won't reply, but it's nice. Better than having to drink alone. I opened my bottle of whiskey, and I took a long chug. Fucking hell, that was good. After years of consuming alcohol at an absurd amount, I built up a fairly strong resistance to it. I might need to drink the whole bottle to get drunk. Gee meowed. "You want some?" I asked him. His head was still in the tin. "No you can't have some, this is for grownups," I chuckled. What a fucking great life, daydrinking with a cat.

I sat there, drinking straight from that bottle like an uncivilized cunt. I looked up to the sky, and I saw that one strand of yellow lightning descending. It crashed. Fuck. I'm enjoying a fucking meal with Gee, well he's having a meal, I'm just drinking, why does it have to rain now? Fucking bastards. I took another long sip. "God, can you please postpone the toilet break? For fuck's sake, I'm having a nice fucking time here! And I'd appreciate it if you don't disturb me right fucking now!" I guess God didn't like what I said because he flushed the skies down. Fucking hell. I deserve it. "I'm sorry God, I'm just frustrated." I looked to my side, and I saw that Gee's tin was already empty. "It was good huh?" I asked as I patted him. He climbed on my legs, and he lied down in the middle. Guess I'm not going anywhere. I put my hand in my jacket and I felt the gun Jimmy gave me. Fuck, I didn't leave it at home? I forgot I have it on me. Damn, is it already starting?

2 years ago, 1 and a half months before the divorce...

Asclepius Hospital, Los Angeles, California

I remember that stupid night. I never saw it coming. No warning, no nothing. I guess it was just my curiosity. I was curious about my own brain that I found a fucking tumor, How ironic? If it weren't because of that curiosity, I might still be married, I might still be at the top of the charts. But I don't want those anymore. Now that I see the price I paid, it isn't worth it. I remembered the vivid smell of the hospital, sterile and cold. The white ceilings, the linoleum floor, it was a mood on its own. I remembered when the doctor returned with the files. I fucking hate that day. But I guess there were something good, at least I found out early. I deserved what I found out that day. After all I did, and after all I didn't do. He sat down on his chair, and I could hear that squeak from the spring. "Mrs Loud-Sharp?"

"Just call me Luna,"

"Well, Luna, I got your MRI scan back, and we seem to have found a developing meningioma in your brain. Or in other words, you have brain cancer. You're lucky you came before it even hurts, talk about luck. By looking at its size, I'd say it is a slow growing one." I remembered feeling like shit when he said that.

"How long do I have?" Morbid question, but that was the only thing I could've thought about. It's my first time getting cancer for fuck's sake. I've watched Breaking Bad.

"If you don't remove it, I'll give it around two to five years," The doctor said. What the fuck is that answer?

"Can you remove it?"

"Yes, of course, I'll set an appointment for you in two months, and we'll see how it goes from there. Relax, it'll be alright for now, I'll see you on the 18th of July," He said.

Of course, I never did get to go to the appointment. I wanted to hide it from Sam for a while, but somehow, Sam found out about it. I thought that she'd be angry and be worried about me. Instead she decided to fuck with my life. I noticed that she usually go out at night and come back with lipstick marks everywhere, but I guess I didn't think too much about it. Not a month after that, I found out that she's cheating on me. The fight grew big, and that once light after rain in my life turned into the one that bury me alive. She twisted the stories, she twisted everything. They turned Mazzy and Sully against me, or maybe they were already a part of their plan in the first place. Who the fuck knows? Who the fuck cares? I remembered when the hospital called about my appointment, I can't go. My insurance plan got fucked, if I used my money now I'll have nothing to sleep on. So I ignored it. I resigned my fate to God. I knew that was the punishment God gave me for what I did. I must say, his punishment, I deserve it. Every bit of pain it brought me, every square inch, every atom in it was of my own doing. I deserve to writhe in pain for what I did.

I fucking hate it. I hate my life. I hate myself. It would be too late for me to choke on my own umbilical cord. If only I could turn back time.

Royal Woods, Michigan...

Lincoln got inside 1216 Franklin, he saw his sisters lying down looking at their phones with empty beer cans on the floor. "What the fuck is all of this?" He asked, angrily. He dropped his saddle bag, and just as Jordan got inside the house, Lincoln grabbed Lynn by her collar.

"What the fuck Lincoln?" Lynn cussed as she tried to push Lincoln off, but he wouldn't let go, his grip was too tight. "Let go of me!" Lynn screamed. The other sisters pulled their heads up from their phones. All eyes had bags, all eyes were red.

"Lincoln, stop it!" Jordan tried to pull him off, but that guy only saw rage. He didn't even feel anything when Jordan, Lori and Lana pulled on him. He was too far gone in anger.

"I'M OUT THERE, TRYING TO FIND OUR SISTER, AND ALL OF YOU HERE AREN'T EVEN DOING ANYTHING!" He screamed in rage. "OUR FIFTEEN YEAR OLD SISTER COULD BE FUCKING DEAD OUT THERE! AND THE THING YOU'RE WATCHING RIGHT NOW IS A DAMN REACTION VIDEO TO A FAILED BUS JACKING!" Lincoln grabbed Lynn's phone, he threw it on the coffee table, and the screen cracked.

"What the fuck Lincoln?!" Lynn tried to reach for her phone.

Just as Lincoln was about to punch her, Mom smacked his head hard with a broom stick, causing him to pass out cold.

"Sorry Lincoln, but you have to calm down," Mom looked as if she was about to cry, everyone could see the tears bubbling at the far reaches of her eye. She dropped the stick and she pulled Lincoln by his armpits. She laid him down on the couch and she looked at the others. "Everyone's on edge right now, better get some lemonade!" She tried to cheer them up. But everyone there knew how bleak it was.

"Damn it, the screen won't change," Lynn grabbed her phone. She showed it to the sisters, and Lisa saw something.

"I'll be damned, isn't that Luna?" Lisa asked as she pointed her finger at the phone's screen. "Can someone pull that video up on a working device please?" Lisa ordered. Lori grabbed her phone and typed it out. Front page, "Angry Oregon Girl Disarmed A Criminal And Proceeds To Complain About The Lack Of Quality In His Service". What the hell is that title? She thought. Lori played the video, and they saw it. It was really Luna. If Lily saw this video, there's a possibility that she's there.

"That's Luna alright," Luan said as she looked at the video.

"If we find her, we might be able to find Lily if she decided to meet Luna," Lori said. They all nodded.

"What made you think Lily would try to track Luna down? She abandoned us remember?" Lynn said.

"Who knows, most runaways stay with people they know, that includes relatives and friends, and seeing that she doesn't have friends outside of Royal Woods, the only concrete variable we have is Luna," Lisa said matter-of-factly. "So if we find Luna, we'll have eyes on two ends." The only thing to do with that information now is to decide who should be looking from that end. They need to find her. They need to know what made her run. They have to find her.