[ WP ] Amy ca n't decide if she will go out tonight , she tosses a coin to decide . The result will change 2015 in the best or worst way .

The warmth of the fire tingled Amy's bare feet as she stretched out her toes. The popping of distant fireworks and the occasional loud burst of those nearby told her that 2015 had finally appeared. Keeping her eyes closed, she allowed herself a half smile. She was glad she had elected to flip that coin, normally she would spend her New Years nights out in the city centre and end up paying through her nose for entry tickets to clubs she hated, drinks she later projectile-vomited and cab rides which normally started the alcohol ejection process. Now, with a large goblet-like glass of white wine, she felt much more classy. She relaxed in the silent glow of the muted television. 
 
 Wind whipped past David's ears and stung his eyes, the sound of the revving 125cc motorbike engine reverberated in his eardrums. He clung tighter onto the driver, Farris. Farris yelled at David to ready another firework as houses came into view at the end of the street. They had so far managed to scare the wits out of a couple walking hand in hand out on the street, another couple expressing their love in a far less subtle way against the wall of a boarded up pub and had narrowly missed the smashed-open window of an already burnt out building. 
 
 David had n't wanted to shoot anything at anyone and so always tilted the makeshift firing tube upwards, though he had really tried for that last window. 
 
 Amy pulled her feet from the stool she had been resting them on and rose to her feet. She wobbled slightly under the heavy lull of the wine and giggled to herself, nothing changed whether she went out partying or stayed at home. 
 The heat of the fire stifled her as a hot flush passed over her and she stumbled awkwardly to the window. After a few seconds of realising she had to turn the key, she flung it wide open and relished the cool air as it rose the hairs on her arms. 
 A half purr, half meow sounded from the arm of the couch, and Amy's normally standoffish persian stretched languidly, ripping the fibres of the linen cover. She ushered her away and flopped back down in her seat. 
 The sound of a revving engine interrupted her peace, it was a whiney, rattling sound, probably some stupid kids on a moped they got for christmas, Amy thought irritably. Tyres came to a screeching halt, it sounded close. Finally interested, Amy leered over the oversized cushions at the source of the noise, but the streetlamps seemed to leave a patch of darkness outside her house which she had always found intimidating, and now it felt even more so. 
 
 In a second, there was a loud pop and she had no time to react as a streak of light and fire swept into the room. As the momentary blindness subsided and her ears ceased ringing, she saw the flurry of spitting sparks emitted from the still wriggling firework. It wriggled closer to the fire. 
 `` NO!'' Amy screamed as it flopped angrily into the smouldering embers. 
 
 A white flash burst from the window and Farris whooped in adrenaline fuelled excitement. As the engine gunned and they accelerated away into the night, David swore he heard a scream. 
 
 The warmth of the fire tingled Amy's feet as she opened her eyes. She was lying flat on her back, looking up at her grey-black ceiling. She frowned, it normally looked white, and certainly had never shimmered and undulated as it did now. 
 The memory of the last ten seconds flooded back into her brain, igniting panic that tremored through her limbs. 
 She scrambled to her feet and struggled to overcome the mental block that dulled the scene before her. The embers that had scattered throughout the room had taken to everything they touched. The chaise longue that her mother had left her was spewing black smoke as red and orange flashed across it. The carpet to her left melted away before her eyes, adding to the encroaching ceiling of black smoke. 
 She dashed to the ice bucket she had prepared her wine in, but the yowling persian cat which had dug it's claws into the floor got under her feet, sending her sprawling into the already blackened upholstery of her sofa, in turn flinging the bucket across the floor. 
 
 Still in shock, Amy's hands shook as she lay on her chest, the cat scrambling out of the window in front of her. The window! She sobbed involuntarily as she staggered upwards to her feet, gripping the now hot coffee table for stability. A whoosh of heat caught her attention, the christmas tree she had lazily left erected took to the flame as if it was filled with petrol. The flames licked at the curtains and they joined the faux tree in its hateful blaze. 
 
 Seeing her window of opportunity disappear, she rose up to standing and gagged at the thick smog which almost completely obscured her vision and, within a second had reduced her to streams of tears and a violent coughing fit that threatened to expel her lungs from her body. Bile spattered onto the floor as the collapsed to her knees. She lifted her head weakly and watched as the old, once yellow armchair in front of the windows combusted, the curtains had fallen onto the flowery throw and extinguished her last hope. 
 
 As she drew laboured, rasping breaths, she felt her body weaken and the strength in her arms and legs faded quickly. 
 `` Mum... mum...'' She whispered through cracked lips. Claustrophobia surged throughout her body as the space in which she could breathe grew smaller and smaller. She tried to press her face into the dusty carpet to escape the crushing weight of the black smoke that no longer had time to escape through the open window and instead pressed down on her like a slab of concrete, but she was afforded nothing. Tears splashed down onto the carpet, not from the smoke, but from the fear that resounded through her. 
 
 She became light headed and her eyes seemed to lose the ability to focus on anything. If she had not been prone on the floor, she would have lost her balance. 
 All she could now see was darkness, and her skin started to blister on her outstretched arm. Her face contorted in pain but no sound came out, and her body had seized up completely. 
 As quickly as the pain arrived, it left. 
 She blacked out six minutes before the fire response crew arrived, and it took the officers an hour to retrieve her lifeless body. 
 
 Amy had died at the age of 25, four friends attended her funeral and she was buried next to her grandmother and her mother.
