Drag Me to Hell

By Kaylyn Gabbert

You cant live until you die, she whispered as she stabbed me in the chest.

I stared at the wall behind her in utter horror as I started coughing up blood. She pulled the knife out of me as I fell to my knees. She smiled happily while she watched me try to save myself, as I grimly realized that I wasnt going to find any help.

She bent over me and whispered, Ill see you soon enough. so quietly I almost didnt hear her.

She fled out my window as I heard one of my roommates walking toward my room. I blacked out as I heard my friend, Fang, open my bedroom door.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Feb 16, 2012
• ISBN: 9781468549423

Kaylyn Gabbert

Kaylyn Gabbert started writing at the age of eleven, and thanks to her stepmother and father, she got better each year she continued to write. Her father was the most supportive of her writing once he came to terms with the fact Kaylyn was making up characters’ names for fun and not because she didn’t love her own name. After Kaylyn lost her father at the age of seventeen, she found that writing was a healthy way to cope with loss, and that’s when she wrote Drag Me to Hell. Once Kaylyn finished that book, she thought about conversations she had with her dad about wanting to be an author, so she worked her butt off to publish her first book nationwide. After Kaylyn noticed how good it felt to be a published author, she wanted to work toward becoming a bestselling author in the future. Every day, Kaylyn works toward that goal.

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Chapter One

Y ou can’t live until you die, she whispered as she stabbed me in the chest.

I stared at the wall behind her in utter horror as I started coughing up blood. She pulled the knife out of me as I fell to my knees. She smiled happily while she watched me try to save myself, as I grimly realized that I wasn’t going to find any help.

She bent over me and whispered, I’ll see you soon enough. so quietly I almost didn’t hear her.

She fled out my window as I heard one of my roommates walking toward my room. I blacked out as I heard my friend, Fang, open my bedroom door.

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I woke up with a major headache not quite remembering where I was for a moment. I was tucked in my bed. I tried to remember what happened and it didn’t take long for me to remember someone had followed me home and killed me. So why was I waking up in my bed?

Ang, Mitzi, get up. You have to get ready for school.

I started to think last night had to be some wacked out dream as I got up. I grabbed my dark blue skinny jeans, a black lacy skirt, and a black tight fitting t-shirt that had pink broken hearts, yellow skulls, and blue safety pin designs on it. I grabbed a black knit beanie with little flower designs on it. After I took a quick shower, I slipped into my clothes and put on my make-up. As I walked to my room to put in my lip piercings, I grabbed my black messenger bag with a hot pink heart design on it Mitzi went to the bathroom to get ready.

Fang yelled, Hey Angel, Jessica’s here!

I ran downstairs. Thane, I thought you said I could walk there.

She just showed up and said she wants to bring you to school.

As I walked straight through the door I rolled my eyes in agitation without glancing at Jess. Bye, see you tonight.

I didn’t feel too bad I ditched her because she hadn’t been talking to me lately. I was so irritated because it felt like Fang had no faith that I could walk to school. I heard Fang call after me before I put my ear buds in and cranked up my music. ‘Bodies’ by Drowning Pool started blaring. I wasn’t much of an observant one in a manner of speaking. I always kept my eyes open to anything. I never listened to my surrounding though. I never saw the point. If I were to die like the teens or college kids in horror movies I wouldn’t want to know its coming. It’d just throw me into a tizzy fit, and that wouldn’t help anything. My world and life was indulged in music. I knew someone was following me, so I stopped and looked behind me. I was somehow always good at telling if I was being watched even if my music was way too loud for my own good.

It turned out two people were following me, one being Mitzi, my girlfriend, and the other being the chick from my dream. She had platinum blond hair; her eyes were a piercing ice blue. The lady was wearing light blue jeans and a blood red tube top. She briskly walked up to me. I didn’t have a chance to run before she grabbed the collar of my shirt. My ear buds flew out as she slammed me against a house. I glared at her.

Don’t challenge me little one, she said with a small smirk.

Who are you?! I snarled.

You don’t remember last night? The lady looked mock hurt.

All I remember is you stabbing me!

I saw Mitzi back up and start running toward the house.

Oh chill out, she said dramatically shoving away from me. I did you a favor little girl.

Stabbing someone in the heart isn’t a favor, bitch!

Wow, such language. She shook her head and smacked me across the face. "You represent me now. You won’t talk like that, especially in my presence."

I could taste blood as I clutched my cheek that was throbbing and bleeding. How did you do me a favor?

I made you immortal.

I tackled her in blind rage. I punched her in the face several times before she threw me off effortlessly. It was almost as if she wanted me to hit her. My back slammed into the house she had previously shoved me against. I glared at her, blood dripping from my mouth. She put her arm against my throat and pressed on it a bit.

Are you done with your tantrum, little one?

I barely chuckled under whatever remaining breath I possessed, earning me another smack in the face but on the other side this time allowing blood to gush from both sides into my mouth.

You will treat me with respect or you’ll end up like your dad.

I took a deep breath in. My dad was never disrespectful to anyone.

How did she even know my dad? And why would she bring it up like that? My dad had died from a heart attack. It was going to happen because my dad had five heart attacks prior to the one that took his life. Other times he was able to get help in time, but the last time no one was close enough. What did this crazy have to do with my dad?

Did he not raise that brat Max?

I gulped. That wasn’t his fault entirely. Anger sparked as I kept my eyes on the lady in front of me. What the hell does my dad’s death have to do with disrespecting you?!

She reached in her pocket. Do you want to hear my proposition?

I watched as my friend, Matt, pulled her away from me before she could answer. As he looked in her eyes with murder in his own, he made sure I was behind him. He grabbed my arm and dragged me back to the sidewalk. I saw Mitzi standing across the street scared. I ran across the street and hugged her tightly.

Why’d she hit you? Did she really stab you last night?

How about Nii-chan gives you a ride to school? I’ll explain everything tonight, I promise. And in my head I was thinking, ‘As soon as I know what the hell’s going on.’

She nodded and ran back to the house. I saw Matt walk over.

Well, good morning Pandora, he greeted. You look like crap.

Thanks, I mumbled. Do you know what just happened?

Anytime, he replied as I put an ear bud in my right ear. So where are we heading?

I was going to school.

"Well seems like I’ll be joining