Dead Shadow: Beetlejuice Fanfiction Story

Chapter 11: Beetle On the Gun

"And wouldn't it be so cool if like the yes' all came in at once too?"

Lydia looked around herself. She wasn't stuck in the house with a gun aimed at her parents. She was walking on a sidewalk with Bertha and Prudence. What? She looked down at herself. School uniform.

"It'd be so awesome if we all knew on the same day!" Bertha said louder. "We are going to be so awesome in college." She looked toward Lydia. "It's going to be so rad. Imagine us in college, Lydia."

Oh. Lydia remembered it now. BJ had told her he didn't know much about her eternity. It wasn't even starting in the house. It was earlier that day. She tried to break from walking, to try and leave so she wouldn't have to go home, but her feet were like concrete when she tried to move them in a different direction.

They just kept going straight. Words from her mouth came too, before she could stop them. They were all just walking and having a conversation together.

The day had been so normal. The sun had shone so bright. Everything looked calm and peaceful, except her. She still looked like she was beneath some large shadow.

And as much as she didn't want to, she found herself heading right back to her home. Right back to her door. She went up the steps and felt herself wanting to cry as she heard her mother's delightful greeting.

She reached her room, pulled off her bookbag and set her homework out.

Then, she saw a face that made her feel so much better. A face that wasn't a face, just staring at her from her pencil case.

"Hey, hey, Babe!"

"Homework." It fell out of her mouth so fast. Her life was just a script she had no choice but to play. I thought I would at least get to forget all this, do I really have to remember everything over and over? "Beetlejuice. Not tonight."

"Aww." He complained for a little while before leaving her alone.

Don't go. She found herself picking up her pencil and starting her math problems. Even the smaller rebel of trying to keep the pencil still instead of moving it across the paper was so hard. The delay just wasn't long.

Every action she took that day, even the tiniest pencil mistake, was remade. The words were the same. Everything was the same.

She tried to look outside when she could, but it wouldn't be daylight soon. It would be supper. Then shortly after, bed. Then.

Then. Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice! Even if it was pointless to think it, trapped in that terrible loop, she found herself doing it anyway. Even if his juice, that could do just about anything couldn't do anything? I need to rely on more than just his juice. Bea Juice had said that. My mind is still mine. Maybe my actions aren't mine, but I can still think!

Let her hand follow the homework, let her actions do what they would, her mind was still hers. Instead? She started to think of happy thoughts. Daydreaming. Daydreaming of a different place and time.

Opening their one-day business in the Neitherworld that only had one customer. The night Beetlejuice had brought home party monsters from a can. Weird moments the thought had been stressful but had actually been just fine. Betty Juice going camping with her friends. Beetlejuice turning into a dog and her mom falling for that silly pooch.

The more she thought about all the things they had once gotten into, the more she felt better. This wasn't the end, there was a way out of it. Even though she didn't want to admit it, as much as she wanted to scream it was wrong? Please kill them. Kill them but stay safe. Please. Don't get consumed by darkness. It would trap her there forever, but it would also do more. As terrible as her eternity could be, it wasn't hell. If he lost to darkness, he would go to hell.