He won't forget you in a hurry

St Patricks Day. One year later.
I was walking along that same dirt road I had seen one year ago. So many bad memories, so much hurt and heart ache. The bar was lively, oblivious to what this day meant for me. I could already hear the music flowing through the open windows. Cars that were headed to the pub were driving along beside me. One in particular, a dark SUV with a young, good looking guy inside slowed to my walking pace.
"mmmmm you headed to the bar? My friends are over there in that other building and I don't wanna be lonely in there by myself"
"you don't want to be around me today, trust me"
"yeah I do cutie... I'll buy you a drink"
I jumped onto the front of his car. I could feel warm metal underneath my butt, and we drove to the bar slowly with me riding on the hood.
"you should call your friends and tell them to get out of that building, it's gonna go up in flames anyway"
Some people, especially when they are strangers just don't know how to take a comment like that, so they laugh it off; take it as a joke.
"hahahahaha we don't need them around, I'm not lonely now I have you to hang with", I watched in horror as yet again, my words rang too true.
The building lit up the night sky, smoke quickly forming a screen so no-one could see what was going on. My new 'friend' ran to the burning cage that held on tight to his friends. I sat in the gutter and cried.
What was it about me and this place? Why was it that when I woke that morning I just knew that I had to be there again that day? Why did I know that my feeling of doom was going to be lived out as it had one year before?
That's when he walked up. A stranger wearing a dark hoodie pulled tight around his face, dark galsses and a long, red beard. The wirey, stringy kind of beard. He made me nervous as he approached me, but he sat quietly beside me and followed my gaze as I watched that guy run to his friends and cried.
"he's not going to forget you in a hurry"
"what? what makes you say that?"
He laughed.
I got up to walk away and he grabbed my arm.
"You're a witch. Don't EVER forget that"

I woke up screaming for the first time in quite a while yesterday. It freaked the absolute hell out of me. The smell of fire and death is still in my nose and has been making me ill ever since I woke up.