Walking along the road, my head pounding. I clambered in my car, and turned on the engine. Yet did I not know, fate wouldnt be so kind. I had started to drive home, with Kayleigh, she shouted "LOOK OUT!"
I swearved to dodge, and hit a car at the speed of fifty miles an hour. I opened my eyes again, the car was in flames. I got Kayleigh out. but I wasnt so lucky. I am Mya. I am seventeen. My life cant end yet. I know what Kayleigh said before.
"Don't go getting drunk again. I cant handle it, and i am only fifteen, only you can drive."
I was Kayleigh's guardian now. Mother and father died a year ago. But will i see her again?
I got drunk but didn't tell her. I know this was a criminal offence, but still, what else could i do?

I looked around, with something on my head. "Hello?" I shouted. "Anyone here?"
Where was I? What was I?
Two torn wingss clung onto my back.

I WAS IN HELL!

I looked over. My life wasn't over just yet. Was this a dream or reality? I don't know anymore...

The world flickered to normal, I was in hospital, or still in Hell. Well? How would I know? By my side Kayleigh stood, I moved my hand and touched hers.
"I love you Kayleigh, and i always will." I struggled a smile. "Don't let anyone dull your life. Especially not me." All I heard was Kayleigh crying. She was fine. The doctors said there was a nought point five chance of me surviving. Kayleigh cried again, i didn't know the rest, except shattering my skull. I was dead.

I stared again infront of me. "You are dead."
"Who's speaking?"
"The devil."

I didn't believe this. "It is a dream."
"NO!" He shouted at me. "DON'T BELIEVE YOU DIED, YOU WERE DRUNK, THREE BAD THINGS ON YOUR NAME! ONE. UNDERAGE DRINKING. TWO. TAKING ALONG YOUR SISTER. AND THREE. ALMOST KILLING HER. ALSO DRUNK DRIVING!"

So this was hell.

He grabbed my arm. There was Mum and Dad.
"Mya?"
"Mum! Dad!"
I went to hug them.
"No!"
"Errrrr? Why?"
I overheard dad say to mum. "You were a devil, you are adopted."
"YOU HAVE LIED TO ME." I felt something prodding me. "Not ove..."

"Mya!"
"Kayleigh what is it?"
"Mum has news."
"oh ok."
This was all a dream... I think

TWO WEEKS LATER...

"Mum, im going to a party in a week."
"Sure sweety."
There. The same as my dream. Mum died of Hermathiphobia and dad in a car crash.

LATER THAT MONTH...

It all happened. I died. I truly died. And I am the devils daughter. And I am proud of it...