She should have listened

If only she would have listened to me when I warned her about her potential death, she'd sill be alive.My best friend, Mya, is so excited on her 18th birthday that she can't wait to go out to celebrate. Being her best friend, I'm just excited as her to celebrate her being older now. I'm 21 years old so I know the feeling. But for some reason, I felt that she should not risk leaving her house tonight. Mya is so amped up to have fun that she is going to go out anyway to enjoy the Miami nightlife. While I stayed home, I realized why I had this terrible feeling. As I sat at my computer desk, finishing up my college paper, my vision came back. In my mind, I could see Mya sreaming for help as the club she was in burned up in flames.I used to love the special talent that I had until recently. For the past year, all I've had were visions of my friends dying. I managed to save all of them but our friendship was too risky. I would have to put my life on pause while I saved my friends. Primarily, that is why I only have one friend now. In my vision, flames made its way up Mya's skirt and spread over her body. Then my vision flashed away. I opened my eyes to see reality staring me in the face, as if we were competing and reality knew it was about to win. Immediately, I called Mya's cell but I got no answer. I knew that I had to save her while I could. I searched through four clubs in two hours but still, no Mya. I didn't know what to do next. I began to bash myself. I knew that I should have told Mya that I have visions of certain events in the near future. Maybe then, she would have heeded my warning about tonight. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was her. "Thank God! Mya, where are you?" I asked with a quivering, yet relieved tone. "At home, waiting for my best friend Amonie to bring over my gift." She laughed. I could tell that she was safe and she was at home waiting for me to share her special day with her. Ten minutes later, I knocked on Mya's maroon, wooden door that always hurt my knuckles. No answer. I kicked the door with all the energy that I had left. But still, no answer. My fear had come back the instant that no one answered the door. I whipped out my cell and dialed Mya's number again. As I sat in my car, I could hear the police cars, ambulances, and firefighters approaching. They rushed past Mya's house and I followed them with the feeling of sickness of Mya's possible death twirling around in my stomach. The firefighters hurried into the club. I already knew who was inside as I watched the rushing water from the hose put out the burning flames. Mya must not have take me seriously and gone off to the club. A second later, my phone rang. Suprisingly, it was Mya. I burst into tears of confusion as I flung open my phone and shouted, "Mya, I knocked on your door. Where are you right now, don't play!" I could hear in the background of her phone that she really was at her house. "I AM home and I've been here all night." She replied sarcastically like she always does when I don't believe her when she's telling the truth. All of a sudden, something white catches my eye. I hold the phone to my ear as I pull back the white sheet that's covering the body. It was the softest sheet I've ever felt but at that moment, it felt like I was rubbing Death's bumpy, sin-fulled flesh. To my amazement, it was Mya. I dropped my phone and all I could hear were screams. Screams that were louder than any noise in the world. Screams that paused everything around me until they stopped. Screams that came from me. The second noise I heard after my screams was Mya's voice shouting through the phone that I had dropped. My mind might as well had gone insane. "A true friend at least looks out for her best friend on her birthday. Thanks a lot. Goodybye." Mya or Mya's ghost shouted through my cellphone. The phone call ended. So did Mya's life.