The Day I died

A girl describes how her life turned into living hell. For another Booksie Competition Based on the sentence "Welcome to hell, my life.

The day I died

Welcome to Hell, my life. I know what your thinking. Another sob story from some bullied little brat. But no. When I say my life is Hell, I mean my life is Hell. As in that big fiery place where bad people go when they die.

Let me explain. It started one day, some time ago, although I can’t put an exact date on it because time doesn’t pass the same way down in Hell. I was a stupid freak. Yeah, I admit it. I was stupid, I was mad.

Year 6 �" I got straight 5s. I was a genius. Top marks in all my lessons. Always had the right answer. Everyone hated me because I was cleverer than them. I had no friends, but all I cared about was getting good marks.

Year 9 �" I got straight Es in everything. Bottom of the lowest set possible. Never listened in class, skived half of my lessons. Just about the worst student in the year. I went shoplifting and vandalising after school.

Why? All because of this kid. Zane Craig. He joined my class in Year 9. He was quiet, and just as much a genius as me. I guess we were immediately drawn to each other. For the first time in my sorry little life I had a friend, I could go out at night, just like all the other kids. But Zane Craig turned my life upside down. He made my life Hell. Quite literally.

I first shoplifted a few weeks after we met. We were walking down the street, and he kind of forced me to do it. I know you shouldn’t subject to peer pressure, but this was different. He almost made me think it was a good thing. Like some good would come of it. Yeah right.

When I got out of jail he went back to being the quiet little genius I fell in love with. So, we became friends again. Until that day he persuaded me again. He made it look so easy, as I just watched him stroll in, grab some cans of beer, and stroll out again. So I decided to give it a go. He gave me some tips.

I did it. And before long he had me doing it daily. Together we were the terrors of the town. Of the county. When people saw us, the ran away. We never got in jail, though. We always got away with things. Everyone knew it was us, but still the police could find no evidence. I don’t know how we did it. Zane did something...special. Well, he is somewhat special, I suppose.

But then, one fateful day, it all changed. Everything. My whole life. That was the day my life became Hell.

We did another shoplift. Originally it had been just beer and sweets. But then we went on to stuff like DVDs, expensive jewellery, everything. Even plain money. I think we must have injured about 20 people. Sent about a dozen to hospital.

This time everything went wrong. I kept the shop owner busy while Zane went to fetch some DVDs and stuff to walk away with. I was getting a bit worried. I could only pretend to have lost my money for so long. I smiled at the shop owner.

“Sorry, I’ve gone and forgotten the butter now!” I said, chuckling, hoping he wouldn’t realise I already had butter in the basket. I began to walk away in the direction of the DVD aisle. Then Zane came out. But he wasn’t alone. He was being dragged along by some security.

“Finally you’ve been caught, Craig!” he growled. Zane glared at him.

The shop owner ran from round the counter. “Gaz, it’s those two kids who’re always in the paper. That one had me convinced. They could have got away with it!”

Gaz smiled. “If it wasn’t for me. Caught him sneaking off with some DVDs.”

The shop owner laughed. “At last. And people’ll always remember it was me who caught them.”

Gaz cleared his throat.

“Sorry, us.”

I don’t know why I did it. I acted on instinct. I swung round and punched the shop owner in the side of the head. He collapsed backwards, crashing into a stand. Then crashed through the front window.

Gaz dropped Zane and ran at his employer. “He’s dead!” he cried. “You killed him. You’ve gone too far this time!” he looked round, to see us running down the street.

“Come back!” he roared. “Come back, you murderers!”

I suppose we would have been caught by the police, if it wasn’t for Zane. A police car was already round the corner by the time we reached the end of the street. Zane acted at the last minute. I wondered why he did it, to start with. He dragged me in front of the police car.

The screech of brakes. Momentary pain. Then blackness.

And I woke up here. It was hot, that was my first thought. I was on a slab of concrete, burning my back. I leapt up, but the ground was hot everywhere. It was like standing on coals.

I saw Zane, on the other side of the room. He smiled at me.

“I did it! I got you back! I did it Dad!” He cried, seemingly impervious to the burning ground.

“What are you talking about?” I asked. “What did you do that for? Why did you throw us under the car? Where are we now?”

“He did it to get you both here. He threw you under the car to get you both here. And you’re home. In Hell.”

The voice seemed to come from all around. I looked up to see a towering man. He looked ordinary, but for the two horns on his head. And, I suddenly noticed, so did Zane. Why? I felt my head. And, to my surprise, on my head were two sharp horns. I stared at the man.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“The Devil. And your father.”

“What?” What was this lunatic talking about?

He sighed. “I had two children. Zoey and Zane. But their mother was a human. And she wanted to take the children back to Earth. I told her that that wasn’t going to happen. But she got one. Zoey.”

My mind whirled. That was my name. Zoey Marshall.

“Your saying I’m the daughter of a devil and some woman?”

“Mandy Marshall, her name was. I loved her dearly.” said the devil. “Until she ran off with you.”

Mandy Marshall. That was my mum’s name. What was this, some kind of joke?

“I’m not taking this. It’s not funny. Just tell me the truth.” I said, angrily.

“This is the truth, dear,” said the Devil. “I swear. On anything you like. Anyway, I wanted Zoey back. So I found out where Mandy and Zoey had gone. It took me 13 years, but when I knew, I could send my other child to fetch her. You, sorry.”

“You sent Zane?” I asked, looking at the person in question. He smiled.

“The only way to get you here was to be such a bad person you have to go to Hell when you die. The ultimate sin, the one that makes you cross the line between Heaven and Hell, is murder. To get you here, Zane had to get you to murder someone, then die.”

“And he did that. I killed that shop owner.” I said, remembering the security guard’s shouts. You’ve killed him!

Zane nodded. “And then I dragged us under the police car.”

“So now I’m in Hell. With my dad and brother.” I said.

The devil nodded.

That was how my life ended. And my new life started. My life in hell.

Welcome to Hell, my life.

Author's Note

I didn't win, again, but I had some nice comments: "Oh. Wow. That was totally amazingg!!!!!!! LOVED it!"
"this was a great story, I enjoyed it. Mine was more about describing Hell and what it does to normal folk like you and me, not the daughter of the Devil and son of the Devil. Well done though, you have some great ideas in this story. Cheers mate."
"weird... u should write a story on her new life! that would be sweet!" Maybe I will one day...
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Reviews

[~Mariposa Una Lila~]

oh hevens to mercy......god bless this.....x0x0x0x0

[Red Raven]

well...it was a great read . I wont mind getting to know more about you devil bro and some more feedback on how your mother land up with your father.LOL

More about the devils land please and did zoey return to earth again to rescue another half brother or sis?

Thanks for the great read.

RedRaven