This is my life (EDITING)

~~~~RAVEN~~~~

I was walking down the street looking for a nice place to go shopping for the concert tonight when it happened again. I saw the same guy from last night. This time he was wearing a black beanie with a gray stripe on it, Falling in Reverse band-T with a sleeveless jean jacket, black skinny guy jeans, and leather convers. Unlike last time I didn't pass out. No, this time it was worse! I got a sudden burst of pain in my head like it was about to explode. I fell to my knees, screaming out in pain, and rocking back and forth as images started to burn the back of my eyelids. I want to punch a wall; why does this keep happening to me? All I wanted to do was spend a little money, not have one of these vision thingy's again! The first one was like a picture I could see and touch but nothing about it changed. It was of Jackson. He was laying on the floor covered in a pool of dark blood, it almost looked black it was so dark, and torn flesh. The flesh was everywhere! The flesh was laid out around him like he had pilled it off his body in disgust and chunked it away form himself, his eyes looked vacant, as if there was no longer any life in them. Or maybe, whatever this thing I'm having, took a snapshot of Jackson while he was having one the vision things and that's just what he looks like while it's happening? That faded away quickly, so I couldn't really wonder what it mean. Then, I saw a gravestone, it was my mother's, and someone was standing beside it. I tried to look at the person, tired to determine the gender of the person, but all I could see was long flowy black hair similar to my own. It must be a woman, maybe even myself, I thought but I had no way to tell because the image burning in my mind changed. Now, I saw the Guy he was leaning up against a pillar that looked like it belonged on a old Victorian house. He was wearing a white V- neck shirt with a navy-blue blazer, black skinny guy jeans, and his trademark combat boots. How do I know they are his trademark shoes, I don't even know him?! His glossy black, or was it blond I couldn't tell in the lighting, hair fell into his face, and he flipped his hair out of his face. (It reminded me of how Old Justin Beber moved his hair out of his face in his "Baby" music video. I shuttered just thinking about Justin Beber at all. There were a few differences between Old Justin Beber and this dude: Justin's made you want to puke while this dudes hair flip thingy made you clutch your ovaries so they wont explode inside of you.) It was evening and the sun shone a brilliant golden haze over everything. He started walking toward me with a smile that could make any female swoon over him in 0.0002 seconds! I could feel the smile on my face before I even realized I had put it there. My hands started to perspire in a, on-cloud-nine, sort of way. In a way it was like going on your first date with your first real crush. He walked up to me, pulled me into him, and I blushed, man did I blush! It felt like fire rising up and consuming my face and neck; I could hear the rush of blood in my ears. He snickered at me, probably for blushing so hard. My blush did nothing but get worse as he snickered at me. I involuntarily ran my hands across his chest as he pulled me closer, and I could feel his pulse rise almost instantaneously!
"Why, do you affect me so much, Nicklaus?" The words left my mouth before I could catch them. Is that even his name?
"I could ask you the same question, Darling." He responded in a voice like silk dipped in honey. He had an accent, it was like maybe he was born in Romanian, but lived most of his life in New York City. Maybe? Wait, did he really just call me Darling? I don't understand this! How can I not know a man, but have a vision thingy about him like we're a thing? Am I losing my mind? Oh, God! I'm crazy! What am I gonna do, what will happen to my dad? I really hope they don't put me in a loony bin! "What's on your mind Sweetheart, you look worried?" His words were sweet but his voice sounded like claws on a chalkboard snapped me back to the conversation. The sudden change rendered me silent for a moment. I looked up at the beautiful boy, Nicklaus, but his features were starting to become distorted and runny, like water running over ink on paper. His skin went from a crème color to a light sea green color in a matter of seconds; his once soft clothes became rough and painful to the touch. I pulled myself away form him and saw blood oozing through my white cardigan where I had touch him. After that I felt my body being sucked into something like a black whole. In a weird way it reminded me of the scene in Alice's Return to Wonderland when she fell down the rabbit hole into Wonderland. I wonder if that's weird? Yeah, it is.
I don't know how much time had passed, but after what felt like a lifetime of feeling like I was falling into the nothingness, the pain in my head began to subside. I slowly opened up my eyes and peeked around through the gaps in my fingers, a group of about 30 to 45 people had gathered around me. I closed my eyes and wished that they would just go away. After the regaining the feeling in my legs, I stood. Knowing that I was going the have to lie my way out of the crowed, I took a deep breath in through my nose. I smelt something strange yet intoxicating; it smelled like pine trees and lemons. It was a strange mixture. I kinda liked it even though it made me a little light headed for a moment. After a moment I regained my composer. I tried once again to take a deep breath to calm myself, but it was to no avail; I was still overcome by the momentary intoxication of the sent. Only it lasted longer this time, and the sent was stronger, like whomever, or whatever the smell belongs to closer to me. I wonder where someone would have to go to smell like that? Better question: why would someone smell like that? I gave up on my attempt to calm myself with deep breaths and just let the smell of pine trees and lemons soothe me. Keeping my eyes closed and my head down I took one more deep breath and opened to tell everyone I was fine and that there was no need to worry when someone cut me off before I even said a word.
"Hey, Lady are you okay?" The voice was male, I could tell the voice was aged, and it sounded a little scruffy, like he had been punched in the throat and was just getting his voice back. I could tell Scruffy Man cared and though my headache had eased greatly since the vision thingy; it still felt like someone was trying to hammer a nail into my skull with a 2' by 4"! I opened up my eyes to look at Scruffy Man. He was in his late 50's early 60's at least. He had chalky gray hair, dark brown eyes, and he had a long scar across his right cheek. It looked like he had been in a bad car accident or maybe he fought in the Vietnam War.
"Yeah, do you want me to call the paramedics?" Asked someone in the back of the crowd.
"Um," my voice cracked; I cleared my throat. "Yeah, no, I'm fine thank you for your concern; this happens all the time. I'm fine." I lied, but the people in the crowd seemed to buy it. I guess that means I'm in the clear. Shaking my head with a sigh, I kneeled down to the ground attempting to retrieve my things, when the smell of pine trees and lemons returned in an overwhelming way. I looked up to see who, or what, that intoxicating smell was imitating from. The first thing I saw was leather converse, then black jeans, then I saw a Falling in Reverse band-T with a sleeveless jean jacket over it. I stopped at the jean jacket; I couldn't look any further than that. I wanted to, but I just couldn't. I was sure, I knew who it was, but I didn't want the idea of this person and the person in my visions to be real not quite yet anyway. I quickly looked back down, snatching up my things not really caring if I got it all, got up and took a chance at looking at him. The second our eyes connected my head started to swim, and I got tunnel vision. Am I breathing? Why is it getting so hard to think? I tried to take a deep breath in but it didn't work; I couldn't get enough air into my lungs. It was like my lunges just stopped working for some unknown reason. Well, this is new, I thought. Then the world went black.
I could feel the soft blankets and warm pillows of the bed in the hotel on my skin. I was engulfed in the lovely amount of comfort it gave me. The knowing I was safe and that horrifying experience was all a nasty dream, made me want to jump with joy! I took a deep inhaling breath, expecting to get a-huge whiff of Jacksons' cologne, but instead I got lemons and pine trees. Where the heck am I? I shot upright in the bed and looked around. I was lying in a full-sized bed with a black and red patterned comforter on top of my body and a few black pillows where my head used to be laying. There was a mahogany nightstand by the bed with a lamp that look like it had never been used and a digital clock on it. The clock read 3:45p.m. I continued looking around the room: the walls were mahogany like the nightstand; there were band posters on the walls, and about 12 candles on the dresser that had dried wax all around them. I hastily patted myself down to make sure that I had all of my belongings. I had everything on me expect my shoes and purse. I chanced a looked on the floor by the bed; my shoes were there. The door was ajar and I decided if whomever thought they could kidnap me then I ought to be able to look around the place. It's only fair. I chuckled at my thoughts about fairness. I let my mind drift back to a distant memory.
Jackson and I had been following a story on the news about some man- I don't remember his name, so lets call him Bob- who had kidnapped his daughter because his ex-wife wouldn't let him see her. According to the newscast a few months before the ex-wife - I don't remember her name either, so lets call her Mary- called the police on him because Bob had gotten drunk, showed up at her house and started beating up on her and her daughter, so Mary left him. Apparently, Mary wouldn't let Bob see their daughter so he picked her up from school one day. The news station said he took her to their log cabin up in the mountains. Three days later Bob, and his daughter, were found. Bob was charged with the kidnapping of a minor, assault with a deadly weapon, and 3 counts of assaulting an officer. Then, Bob, said he shouldn't be going to jail for taking his daughter. Jackson and I laughed at that, and I told Jackson that if it was legal to kidnap one another then I would just take Andy Beirsack on a camping trip and never give him back till I was named Mrs. Beirsack. I remember getting into a Who's Better fight with Jackson over who would be better to kidnap. I won in the end, like I always do.
A noise snapped me back from my revian. The door a few feet in front of me cracked open. My heart was pounding; I could hear it in my ears. I didn't know what to do, so I readied myself for what anything. He came out of what seemed like a bathroom because he was surrounded by a thick steam. Not to mentipon the fact that he had a towl wrapped around his waste and was using another to dry his slim black hair. I was in aw of him. There is nothing else too say, I had no words, nothing but a gargled intake of breath camde out of me. His head snapped up at me and here I was face too face with the guy who just kidnapped me.
"Wh-" his words were cut off by my fist hitting his jaw. His beautiful head snapped back and he stumbled back and toppled over a lamp in the hallway. Oh crap!! Did I really just do that? Dang, I'm good. He looked up at me with confusion in his eyes.
"What the hell was that for?" He asked.
"I could ask you the same thing. I could also have you taken to jail for kidnapping me. You psycho!" I whisper-yelled at him. His eyes went from confusion to hurt then understanding.
"Oh, I know what's going on. You don't remember me." He said in a mater of fact tone.
"How'd you guess it? Was it the punch or when I said that I'd have you thrown in jail?" I asked him in an exasperated tone and putting my hands on my face in a thoughtful pose. Gawd, I really can't stand stupid people. They so nothing but piss me off.
"No, it was your eyes really. They are different then last time I saw you." He said in a sad tone. What is this duse talking about? I mean, he is one sexy dude don't get me wrong. Its taken all my will power not to just stare at his bare chest. As soon as I thought that I looked at his chest and lost my train of though.
"No, this time its going to take more then just the smell. I mean you are the third eye, but like your father said, something this life happened that's never happened before. Ugg I guess I'm going to have to do something. Oh! I know what to do." By the end of his rant he was simply talking too himself. Like a maniac! Oh Gawd, what have you gotten yourself in to Rave? Wait... This life? But I've only had this one. What is this dude talking about? And how does he know my dad? And what happened that hasn't happened before? Every question that came to mind felt like a brick that was weighing me down and causing me to become dizzy. I leaned up against the wall to steady myself. The hot psycho dude came back and looked at me funny.
"What's wrong princess?" He asked in a concerned voice.
"The only place I'd be a princess in is hell, honey." I exclaimed. He laughed at this.
"Well you are definitely a Lockwood. Come here sweetie, when was the last time you ate?" He questioned me.
"Why do you care? You kidnapped me. Who gives you the right to care about me?" I looked into his eyes to see what he was trying to do, but all I saw was real concern. Okay, maybe he really does care. I could hear Jackson in my head telling me not to let my guard down. Okay. I'm not going to trust him, but I am going to take his help then I'm going to get back to Jackson.