Fourth Dimension

I walked through the tattoo shop looking for my younger sister grace. Today was her sixteenth birthday and she's getting her nose pierced. The only piercing she'll most likely have other than her bellybutton. I turned 19 April 8th and was finally in college. I was taking a course for electronic music so I could produce my music someday. On the side I was working with Eyeball records. It was really exciting as one of my favourite bands ever started off with eyeball records. My Chemical Romance. No I've never met them or been to one of there shows but I was in love with the music. It was a hard and violent track but with a sweet and bitter voice. I had all there albums at my house. I really liked the band members too Gerard had a way (hehe) with poetic but violent words. Frank the rhythm guitarist would play with his heart and soul, it was amazing to see some of the videos of him rocking out on stage. Ray he could play the sickest guitar riffs in the fucking world. Mikey he was great at bass he would gently jump around on stage or rock to the rhythm of the song. They were amazing and they were my favourite band. I never really was like "I WANT TO MARRY THEM" I had slight crushes on and off of Gerard but it was nothing crazy. I walked towards my sister. "How was it?" I asked looking at the shiny stud in her nose. "It hurts soooo bad" she groaned I chuckled at her "So did mine" I rubbed her shoulder. One of the tattoo artist smiled at me. I furrowed my eyebrows in a grossed out way. He was like 50 and I was definitely too old for me. I walked out of the shop with grace and headed home. "So how's Jack?" I asked
"he's fine. I think I'm going to end it though" she said picking at her ruby red nail polish.
"Why?" I asked confused "You guys have been together for a year...what's the hold up now?" I asked
"I found pictures of him and Rachel smith together at the mall last week."she said hesitantly.
I frowned "Guys like that are assholes" I expressed rubbing her back.
She started to tear up. I wrapped my arms around her rocking back and forth. I always took care of grace when it came to bully's or heart break. She was so shy and innocent. Which was surprising as she is my sister and I'm a little shy but defiantly not innocent . "When he comes to pick you up tomorrow...end it, break his heart before he breaks yours" I whisper into her ear. We started to make our way home after our little "bond session".
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We both walked into our house to be greeted with our parents. "How was the piercing Grace?" Asked my mother Sarah. Grace smiled at my mom "it was fine" she hugged my mom and headed towards the kitchen. I didn't really talk to my mom alot. We were two different people. Me and my dad were kinda close. When I told them I got the job at eyeball records my dad was so happy for me. But my mom looked me up and down and said "oh..well at least it's not a strip joint". I was infuriated. She was not pleased that her daughter who graduated high school and had gotten into college and also got a part time job at a fairly good place was not doing well enough for her.
"How's Ryan?" She asked
"Mom me and Ryan broke up two years ago..." I said awkwardly
"Oh...I-um I" she stuttered trying to spit out an apology.
"It's fine" I muttered walking towards the kitchen where my dad was sitting drinking a cup of coffee "Hey Rosie" my dad said turning his head from his paper. I smiled at the nick name. "Rosie" came from my middle name. My full name was 'ivory rose iver'. I had an odd name but my mom thought it was pretty and so did my dad. "Hey dad" I smiled grabbing a can of Snapple peach tea from the fridge. I opened the can and leaned agents the counter. My sister Grace poked at her nose piercing, Flinching every time she hit it. I sighed and brought the can of peach tea up the stairs and to my room. I opened the door greeted with the soft smell of white musk one of my favourite perfumes they sold at the body shop. My room was covered in band poster. The Smiths,Morrissey, Blink-182, The Smashing Pumpkins, Pink Floyd, And last but not least My Chemical Romance. I only had one and it was a picture of all of them sitting on a couch in a dark room. I set my peach tea on my bed side table. I could hear my sister talking with my mom when she walked by my room. I herd them stop and wait behind my door almost as if they were trying to hear what I was doing. I stomped towards my door and whipped it open. They stood there with shocked faces "Can I help you!?" I asked hastily. "We- just wanted to see what you were doing" Answered my mom. My dad walked up the stairs, probably to see what was going on. "Sarah give her some space. What do you think she's doing in there?" He asked rolling his eyes. My sister had a guilty look on her face and sped walked to her room. I turned to my mom. I raised my eyebrows "what do you think I'm doing in there?" I challenged her. "Well...I never know. your the one we always forget about" she said exasperated. Sadness formed in my body. "Sarah!" My dad yelled at her. "What? It's true!" She yelled throwing her arms up in the air. "The forgotten one and the golden child" I laughed "sounds like a sad fucking story written by me" I slammed my door shut and crawled into my bed. I could faintly here my mom and dad arguing. It stopped and I herd a soft knock on my door. "Get the fuck away" I yelled causing my mom to sigh and walk away. Sometimes I wish I could have just been born to another family. My dad cares a little but my mom full on hates me. I got up off my bed in the process I bumped my peach tea causing it to fall. I quickly turned around and put my hand out.
What happened next I don't know. It felt like a was spinning in circles. Every thing was happening in reverse . I saw my door open from when grace and my mom were at the door. Except I wasn't there. I then saw when I was in the kitchen talking with my dad. I didn't know how to stop.
"this is probably just some crazy dream" I thought to myself. I started to feel tired and got alarmed when I saw myself from two years ago with my ex boyfriend Ryan. We were on our last date before he broke up with me...." If I am really going back in time then how do I stop?" I said to myself.
Feelings of happiness sadness and anger filled me. I don't know why or how but something was happening. I was watching everything I know progressively getting younger. It was now 2008 I would have been 12. I couldn't stop. It was starting to scare me. How can I get back. What am I going to do if I can't. Those thoughts clouded my mind. As I slowly went back in time.

Notes

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