Lost In Tomorrows Realm chap1

Everyone has done it.

Everyone has wished at least in one point in their life they were someone else, whether it be for a few minutes because of getting caught doing a person shouldn't be doing, or that person's life is just shit. Everything in their pathetic excuse as a life has no meaning, but when they see that one person who has anything and everything the other person wants so desperately they become envious and jealous, constantly wishing they could have all the same things. The perfect looks, perfect hair, perfect clothes, perfect house, perfect dog, perfect friends, perfect boyfriend, everything.

Just keep wishing and wishing in hopes that maybe that one day some of their luck will rub onto us and we can end up with the nice cars or nice body.

I can certainly say that I have wished many times that I was someone else or I had that one girls looks who could get any guys she wants, but unfortunately my wishes never come true. I wake up each day with nothing to look forward to. Everything is the same and routine. I wake up, get dressed, go to work, watch everyone around me be happy, go home, eat, watch TV, and then cry myself to sleep because I can't seem to get any glimpse of happiness. I have very few friends, but I wouldn’t even be able to classify them as friends if I think into it more, but when I do go out with them, I'm always stuck being the DD or always the one that has to bail them out for their stupidity. What hurts the most is that I watch them hook up with any guy they want constantly. It's like the snap of their perfectly manicured fingers and the guy comes begging. I don't understand it because I can't do that. I have a hard enough time just to get guys to look at me like that, let alone hook up with me. Shit, I probably can't tell you the last time I got laid.

Nope, my life is shit.

I sighed and stared slightly at the picture in front of me on my computer screen. I'd do anything to be in her shoes. Every picture I've seen her in she looks so happy and content with her life. It made me happy that she was happy with her man. Hell, even the damn dog looked fucking happy, but I'd love nothing more then to trade lives. I'd do anything just to get a real smile on my face for once, or to have her boyfriend hold me like he does to her.

Michelle DiBenedetto, you are truly a lucky girl.

I shook my head and closed my lap top. I didn't want to stare at a couple who looked so happy together and so loving with each other. Something I didn't have, and probably won't have. I got up from my crate box seat and walked to my room to get changed for bed. I slipped on my over sized Metallica shirt and jumped under my covers. I snuggled into the pillow and blanket, wrapping my around my stomach, pretending it was someone else's arm and stared out into the dark sky. Sirens and gun shots were going off as usual. Screams were heard and crashes were made. I sighed and shook my head.

Where did I go wrong in my life? What the hell caused me to end up like this? I use to be surrounded by family and friends who loved me dearly, but after high school everything changed. In college I changed completely. College seemed to just crush my spirits, but I thought if I would move away then things would change completely. I thought I would be able to get new friends, start a new life, with a new job, but instead I ended up in the shittiest part of LA, my friends are leeches, my job as a manager for Warner Brothers blows, and I miss my family. With all the differences I had with my parents I still loved them, but I can't tell them I'm not happy. That would make them unhappy as well.

A single tear slipped out of my eye and down my face. I sighed and wiped it away, and continued to stare at the starry sky. Just once I wish things would start to look up for me. Just find a job I love, and meet a guy that would treat me right. A guy who was caring and nice, but still rough around the edges a bit. A guy with some looks. Call me shallow, but I call it standards. I don't need a guy that's bucktooth, and hair everywhere, but his head. But some people aren't meant to be happy. Some are luckier then others.

My phone rang next to my head and I sighed. I glanced at the screen and noticed Devin was calling.

"Hey Devin." I answered trying to sound cheery.

"Hey Nik. Could you be mine and Leah's DD tonight? We have dates and we want to show them a good time if you know what I mean." I could hear the smirk on her face. I sighed, glancing at the clock that flashed 11:15 and shook my head.

"I'm sorry Devin, but I have to get up early tomorrow. I have an important meeting with the reps from Poland tomorrow." I explained. I didn't want to blow her off, but I had no choice.

"Whatever Nik. Friends are suppose to have each others back, but obviously work is more important then friends. I can see why you barely have any and don't have a boyfriend. You're a shitty friend." She snapped before hanging up on me.

My blood began to boil. I was the shitty friend? Then what the hell do you call her and Leah driving me to San Diego for my birthday and then just leaving me there and driving off? Fuck her. I don't fucking need them. I wiped away another tear that fell from my brown eyes and continued to stare outside.

A shooting star shot through the dark sky and I smiled slightly, before shutting my eyes. The image of Michelle, Brian and their dog shot through my mind before I was lulled to sleep.


I groaned slightly as the sun shined right into my eyes. I moved my hand to block it, but it was no use. I snuggled more into my pillow trying to escape the evil rays, but something was off. It didn't feel like my pillow, or smell like it. I sighed and let my eyes open. They squinted slightly due to the sun blazing through, but then I became confused. This wasn't my bedroom. These walls were dark purple, not the chipped up green I had. I definitely didn't have any nice furniture in my bedroom as well, like that plasma TV on the wall.

My heart began pounding as I glanced at my hands, but then my eyes widened when my right arm was completely clean. No three quarter sleeve of Disney on acid was inked into it. I snapped my head back to see if my back tattoo was there, but my heart sank when it wasn't. I began panicking. What the hell is going on? I lifted the sheet from my body and nearly died when I found myself in black boy shorts and a wife beater. I didn't go to bed like this. My legs were longer and there were no tattoo's on my ankles either. My boobs were way smaller too.

What the fuck?

I heard something next to me and I nearly jumped out of my bones when I saw a body, a male body, with his bare back faced towards me and sleeping all the way on the edge of the bed. A tattoo that said 'Haner' adorned his back, but at the moment nothing connected.

Something is definitely not right.

I quickly jumped out of the bed not caring if I woke the man up and raced to find a bathroom with a mirror. Luckily it was connected to the room. I stepped inside and my eyes widened with horror when I found hazel eyes, instead of brown eyes staring back at me. My hair wasn't black with purple streaks and cut to my neck. It was a long, dirty blonde, not pure blonde, or bimbo Barbie blonde. A nice blonde, but the face staring me in the mirror was sure as hell wasn't me. Where were my lips? These aren't mine. This isn't my fucking nose. This body wasn't mine. Where the fuck are my tattoo's? Where are my boobs? Where the fuck am I? A scream of pure terror erupted from me as I continued to stare and shake.

"Michelle, what's wrong?" A man asked from the doorway.

Michelle?

I turned and screamed even louder as I saw a man standing in nothing but boxers in the doorway. His body was lean and muscular and he had tattooed sleeves running up his arms. When my eyes reached his face an even louder scream that was enough to wake up the neighborhood erupted.

Everything became too much. My vision started to blur and the blackness was enclosing around me. The screaming stopped and I would've collapsed to the cold tile floor, but instead I collapsed in the big arms of Synyster Gates.