Fireworks flying through the sky, loud bangs, bright lights, hanging out until 10 o’clock. Leaving my best friend at home costed her life. It was her first encounter to fireworks. I should've been there to comfort her, instead I was to busy hanging out with friends down the street. I had a dream I was going to find her in the shed, breathing heavily, temperature skyrocketing, that's exactly how i found her when i got home. I should've known, I should have protected her. But since i didnt I lost the one I cared about the most. I relive the moment I found her everyday, every night, and in my dreams. I think that it’s my fault she's gone, but i know i couldn't have predicted this from happening. Fourth of July will never be the same for me.