[ WP ] Songs stuck in your head are warnings .


 “ It ’ s been, one week since you looked at me, cocked your head to the side and said, ‘ I ’ m angry ’, ” SLAM! Snooze button. I groggily thought, “ You know, It has been a week since Nicole left. I should probably call her and tell her I ’ m sorry. ” Coincidence, inspiration, whatever, I did n't give it a second thought. I did end up calling her, she didn ’ t want to talk. The following day is a day I ’ ll never forget. That morning I awoke to “ Where oh, where can my, baby be? The Lord took her away from me. ” You know, that Pearl Jam cover? Jesus, what a depressing song. I looked at my phone and saw that I had several missed texts from Nicole's mom, she wanted me to call her. She had been a car accident, she did n't make it. Black ice or something, I had begun to fade out the conversation. I didn ’ t know what to do. I layed in bed most of the day. 
 
 The third day I started to analyse what it meant. The song was Billy Joel ’ s “ We did n't start the fire ” I could mean anything, he covered decades in that song. The past two days meant nothing, I told my self. It was just a coincidence. I went to work and tried to have a normal day, ( as best as I could, Nicole ’ s funeral and wake were in the next few days, [ we were only together a few months and were on a break at the time, but still. I was pretty messed up ] ). On my way home I saw the smoke. “ No way ”, I thought. Sure enough, the entire complex was burnt down. “ What happened, ” I asked my neighbors, who were also coming home at the time. The FIRST response I got from the couple who lived below me was. “ I don ’ t know, we did n't start the fire. ” 
 
 I had to know. I ran past the firefighters and police. I went into my bedroom and grabbed the alarm clock. As I reached down to unplug it is when I noticed. It was n't plugged in. I stood there for a moment, lost in thought when I heard a bellow from behind me. “ YOU CA N'T BE IN HERE! ” I began to speak, but he was n't listening. He practically threw me back down the stairs and looked at the small clock in my hand. I could tell he wanted to ask so many questions, “ What were you thinking? Did you just run into a burning building for a $ 10 radio? ” Thank goodness he didn ’ t, I would n't have know what to say. “ Uh, yes? It, like, tells the future. I think. ” I went and stayed at Nicoles moms house that night. I fell asleep in the guest room, I definitely was n't going to stay in Nicoles room. As I closed my eyes, I watched to radio. 
 
 “ Hey Joe! Where you goin ’ with that gun in your hand? ” Hendrix, Who does n't like a little Jimi? Well, what could this mean? I picked up the radio. Nope, not plugged in, no place for batteries. Just on. With no power. So weird. I went down stairs and I saw it. Nicole ’ s mother, dead on the floor. Then I remembered, Nicole's step-father was named Joey. She had been cheating on him. The man she had been sleeping with had called the house to console her about the loss of her daughter, and Joey had eavesdropped. I called the police, it was a long day. Of course I did n't mention the radio. I went to check into hotel. I was running out of places to stay. 
 
 The next morning as soon as I heard the song I knew what I had to do. This was no coincidence. This was a sign. The radio was singing about itself now, I knew that. It was speaking directly to me. l drove to a place where I knew it could happen. There would be no one around, no one to see, and no one to stop what had to be done. I could n't just destroy this thing. That would n't be enough. I knew that power it held, it had to end. I held onto the small device as I began to fall over the edge and began to quietly sing. “ I ca n't get no, satisfaction. ”
