I've been on the streets for four years. The concrete jungle I once called home, a home I had wanted to get back to more than anything, has knocked me to my lowest point. The cold winds of autumn were chilling the streets more and more each day, I haven't slept in days finding the concrete too frigid to offer any sort of comfort. Catching my reflection in store windows makes me realize how much these last four years have hurt me. All I am is skin and bones and sadness. A broken shell of a girl who at one point could've been happy. Sitting huddled in an alley, clutching the thin clothes I have closer to me, trying to keep all warmth in, I realize I have nothing left to lose.
My voice is just a whisper against the harsh winds and rattling leaves. "Beetlejuice." I have no idea if this will work, no idea if he's even there anymore. "Beetlejuice." I can feel my heart racing in anticipation. "Beetlejuice."
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Back Home: A Beetlejuice Story
FanfictionLydia couldn't take how fast her life was moving, how fast everyone was moving. She ran. She was gone for four years before desperation set in. Lydia took the only way home she knew. This story follows a mix of the movie and musical timelines and wi...
