They won't believe me. I know they won't. I feel like that one chick from that one greek tragedy(as if they all aren't), the one who knows what will come in the future but no one believes her. A princess I think, maybe a priestess, her name was Cassandra I think. Cassandra, what a beautiful name. But no I was not Cassandra, I was normal old Dorothy Cane. I loved my friends so much, but never hung out much with any of them. And while I consider us good friends I have a feeling that they don't consider me the same. But I love them, love them so much that I am willing to risk my all to at least try to save them all.
Since I was young I always could tell when little things would happen, most of the time I thought it was just deja vu and left it alone. While other times I saw them as reality that already happened and would live like they had happened. Like one time I had a fight with my older sister and then stopped when I realized I had dreamt of something exactly like it would happen and it would ruin our relationship so I just stopped arguing. Another time was when I was sad for weeks and I was angry wondering why no one else was sad that grandma had died. My mom concerned asked why I was so sad during that time. And I let loose, how I was angry and sad, how grandma had died and and how no one had even shed a tear while I was crying in my room to the point that my eyes turned super puffy. My mom had stopped me mid rant, asking what I was talking about. She had told me that my grandma was still alive and how she had called that morning and she told my mom she was perfectly healthy when asked if she needed anything. I was still very worried so I asked my mom if we could go visit my grandmother really quick. I don't know if my mom did it so I would stop worrying or if she just didn't mind since my grandmother lived pretty close to us, but she drove me to my grandmother's place. We knocked on the door. We heard nothing, which was weird since my grandmother rarely goes out and when she does she often informs my mom. We took out our spare key and unlocked the door. Everything looked normal until we got to my grandmother's room, on the floor. Unconscious and panting was my grandmother. My mother and I quickly put my grandmother in the car and rushed to the hospital. When we got there grandma was quickly rushed off and we were told to wait. My grandmother survived and to this day she continues to live.
A few more incidents like this happened but it was all chucked up to be luck. Even I thought it was just thanks to my wild imagination. A few years passed and I didn't have any extreme experiences only the occasional deja vu. But I couldn't hold off this feeling of dread that I have been having for the past few days and finally yesterday I had a vision, well more like a dream. This time though it included my friends. Not just one or two of them though. It included all of them. And I was going to save them all even if I die trying.