I had known my best friend-dominique, for so long I have lost count. I began to tell her about my visions, about what I can see, who I can talk to when there is no one there for the human eye. If you read my earlier stories you would know that I can interact with the dead, though I had never replied to what they had said.
My latest encounter was when I was walking home. A man appeared, his skin was blue, his eyes all black, and I knew that he was a ghost. They do not scare me anymore but it still kind of weirds-me-out! His clothing was dirty, ripped, and ragged. He eyed me and I approached him cautious of anyone nearby. I asked him his name but all he said was, what sounded like a riddle to me.
"Speak once more your friend will suffer, speak twice she suffers tougher, speak thrice, we'll make sure she won't suffer anymore." his voice was edgy, as if he was in a hurry, but I knew better. I tried taking his time asking questions he-of course-didn't answer. Than when I saw a few people walking around the corner I turned-a very bad idea, because as soon as I realized I had done wrong, he was gone.
I came home and was doing my homework and saw my friend walking home. Since I've had visions before, I knew this was one of them. She was a bit older than now, and the moment she was in the middle of the street a black Toyota smashed her into a broken, wooden fence. I snapped out of the vision and called her spilling everything that had just happened. She didn't listen so I kept repeating it until finally the third time she understood. I told her to watch where she went and to watch the road.
Three months have passed, she grew a little bit more and we were thinking of what to be after I finished my Collage degree and she finished hers in fashion.
One morning I got a call at six-thirty, around when dominique would wake up. It was her mother. She was crying and pouting and she could hardly breathe.
Dominique had been hit by a car. Her spine was fractured, her neck broken, and both her knees was dislocated.
I rushed over to the hospital in a jiff, but couldn't enter the room. As I watched from the glass her skin was practically fading into bab blue, her eyes kept weighing themselves down. She tried to smile in my direction. I smiled back enough to see the man again. He smiled, disappearing next to me.
"The third time, she won't suffer any longer." he whispered vanishing along with his voice.
WHAT CAN I DO? MY BEST FRIEND IS DYING AND I NEED SOME ANSWERS FROM ANYONE, PLEASE HELP ME!
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