For the first time in my life my vision was wrong. I had never been to a mother fucking white hallway while Nick was whispering shit that wasn't true in my ear. No, it wasn't going to be okay. And it's never going to be over. Carver was after us. And all we had better to do was have sex in the back of a 01' Mercedes.

Yes, we had sex yet again. I couldn't help myself. I was pissed and it felt forced, but it just took all the stress away at the same damn time. I've always wondered why I'm such a cougar in some way. Instead of me being a guy going after older women, it's the complete opposite. Teenagers are immature. And for all I've been through, I'm not. At all. I guess I need someone that knows how to act, and that was Nick.

We both got up and put our clothing back on. And we drove off into the night sky.

"Nick. I'm sorry. Some time's I wonder why I'm such an ass to you."

"It's fine. I know I won't be able to understand what it's like to loose both of your parents. After my dad died fighting for my life, my mom abadoned me for her sex life."

"That's hard. I just can't imagine someone's parents just leaving they're own child out in the streets. It sounds like a rough life."

"To be honest with you, it wasn't that hard. I had family, but when they found I was a mover, they immediately kicked me out. They were afraid for my insanity, or something like that. It's so fucking stupid."

"I know what it's like. Trust me. My dad died when I was five, my mom was taken when I was eleven, and she's dead."

"But, at least we tried looking for her. If she knew, I bet she would have been a hell of a proud of you."

"If only she knew where I was today. With you, and finally able to trust someone. I've never had that feeling. I could barely trust my mother when she was alive. She always followed her visions… I guess that's why she was one of the best."

All of a sudden Nick stopped the car while we were going over seventy-five miles per hour. I hit my head on the glass and it shattered right on me. Luckily, I wasn't hurt.

"NICK! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!" I screamed at him/

He didn't reply. He sat there like nothing had happened. I put my hand against his cheek and pulled it towards mine. As soon as I looked into his deep black eyes, I knew he had been pushed yet again.

"Shit, what now?" I told myself as Nick was staring at me, frozen in time.

I turned around to look out the back window of our Mercedes and noticed the famous white van, with the doors open. Black suitcases were being unloaded, and someone in a black suit and red tie stepped out and opened one up. Taking out a huge machine gun.

"Shit." I thought to myself. "Division." They're out to kill me too?"

"Nick! Snap out of it! Please, Please!" I told him, knowing he wasn't listening to a thing I was saying. "I need you…" I had tears running down my face. I knew I couldn't just drive away. I need to settle this. Once and for all. And I couldn't win without Nick. I stepped out of the car, and the man looked up.

"Awww. Melanie Withers. Finally we've found you." He yelled from about fifty feet away.

"What do you want from me?" I said with tears running down my face.

"Nothing really. I just want to watch you die slowly and painfully and watch the blood stream down the gravel road." He said with a smirk.

"You can't. I have Nick." I said back bravely. Hopefully he would just realize what he's up against.

"Ohhh… Nick's not in this. Trust me… it would snap out of that push for a LONG time." He said while unloading the guns.

I ran back to the car and shook Nick one more time. "Nick, please. Snap put of it. I said. If I could see myself, I pictured myself with a face as Rose did when she found out Jack was had passed away. "I'll die without you." No response.

After I realized that I was probably going to die, I put my game face on and walked to the trunk of the car. "I'm going to win…I'm going to win…" I whispered to myself with tears running down my face. I unloaded a small handgun and loaded it full. I turned around I noticed Carver stepped out of the van, with a lit cigar in his mouth. I stood there awkwardly for a few minutes. Then a vision hit me like a a mob of Justin Bieber fangirls.

The gunshots had finally stopped. I had no safety at all at this point. Blood was running down my leg, and and I had fallen to the ground. Carver was walking up towards me. When he finally got there, he knelt over me. I was trembling. "Brave now, aren't you?" he threw his cigar at me and drove off, leaving me there to die.

I was going to lose. But at this point I was set to deep in this situation. I pointed the handgun at the white man that was talked to me, and pulled the trigger.

He immediately fell to the ground. He was still breathing. I could see his chest move from over fifty feet away. I cursed under my breath. "How could I miss the vitals?" I asked myself.

Carver had turned around and stared at me almost like he was about ready to tear my soul right out of my body. "You're just like your mother. Until I thrust the drug through her veins." I shot the machine gun towards me and I ducked under the car. Carver was walking towards me while he reloaded the gun. He was only twenty-five feet away, and he ran another round again. Most of the bullets went right in the car window, expect one.

The bullet hit my thigh hard. I screamed in pain. "NICK!"

I forgot Carver was pushing him. My vision started to go black and I was extremely dizzy. I was going to die in just a few seconds. The pain thrust through my body. It was the worst I'd ever felt. Carver walked up to me.

"Brave now, aren't you?" he threw his cigar at me and started walking towards the van. Then I completely blacked out, thinking I was going to hell.

A/N- is Melanie dead? WHAT? Final chapter is next! I hope you all liked reading my story!