Gravemates *WARNING! Mentions of death, suicide, loss, and bugs*

Off the ledge

Lydia could barely see her own handwriting near the end of the note as she tapped her pen on the paper one last time, creating the final period to her goodbye. She grabbed a thumbtack she had grabbed from her father's study and pinned the note to the roof. She vigorously wiped away the tears from her eyes but they only came back eveb stronger. Her mother was dead. And her father didn't even care. He just moved on to Delia. He'd probably do the same with his own daughter. There was nothing for her here. Not even the Maitlands' sweet, thought rather clueless, personalities could stop her from doing what she was about to do. "By the time you read this, I, Lydia Deetz, will be gone. There's nothing for me here. I'm alone. Forsaken. INVISIBLE...
"That makes two of us."
Who on earth was that? The voice was raspy and.... If it wasn't weird to say, greasy.
"Who the hell are you?" She managed to croak out. She just wanted to go away. She turned around to see a portly man. He was still taller than her, but not by much. Maybe a few inches at best. His hair stood up. His roots were black but seemed to fade upwards to a putrid green. His scleras were a jaundiced whitish-yellow and his iris' were a mix of deep purple and green. His stubble ran from just under his nose down to his chin and was a darker color of the nasty green his hair was. His teeth were sharp and a tad yellow. The same color of his scleras. His pinstripe suit was black and white with green stains splattered across the surface. His fingernails were black and a bit long, and his shoes were the same as her father's.
"You can see me?!" The odd man said, almost in disbelief and shock.
"Yeah" Lydia barked matter-of-factly. She didn't want to stall. She didn't want to change her mind.
"...... I can help you!"
"Yeah. SURE." Lydia let out a soft grunt. She knew what she wanted to do. She needed no help.
"Why not? Give your dad a good scare and him and his wife are outta the house! FOR. GOOD."
"The house is not what I want. I just.... Wanna go." Lydia took and few steps backwards, the strange man following her.
"C'mon kid! I'm sure I can help you out! All ya gotta do is say my name three times and I'm at your service!"
"Then what IS your name?"
"I can't say it!"
"Then you're of no use to me."
"H-HOW ABOUT A GAME OF CHARADES?!"
"Fine then."
The man made a gesture similar to a bug scittering around. He looked desperate.
"Ant?"
"No!"
"Roach?"
"Nuh-uh."
"Beetle?"
"Yes! Okay, last word!"
He made a drinking gesture and tilted his head up.
"Beer?"
"Nah"
"Wine?"
"Nope."
"Juice?"
"YES!"
"Beetle....juice?"
"Yes, that's it! Three times!"
"Okay. Beetlejuice..."
"YES!!!"
"Beetlejuice......."
"OHHH THIS IS GONNA BE SO GREAT!"
"....... It was nice meeting you" Lydia leaned back and fell over the edge. The wind rushed against her back, tangling her pitch black shoulder length hair as she plunged to the ground at an alarming speed. She felt.... Almost a bit of remorse for what she was doing. It felt like time slowed down for that feeling alone..... But the deed was done..... She was goind with her mother now. It'd be better. For everyone. That was her final thought before her body crashed against the hard ground. She was gone. It was all over...