diary of a living dead girl

sleep deprivation?

Lydia jolted, Her whole body trying to run as her heart pounded hard in her chest. She gasped like she had stopped breathing at some point. Staring up at her white cover that hung above her bed. It took her a minute to realize where she was and even more time to move from her frightful dream. She sat up quickly, looking over her dark room. Her mobile closet that sat across the room from her bed, her record system that sat beside it and off to the wall where her big widow sat. Letting in the blue light of the sky before the sun rises. Her shelf, full of books and nick nacks. Her desk that sat beside her bed, covered in text books and candles. On the other side of her room was an end table covered in a spider web mesh. With a lamp on it and three books beside the stand. On the wall facing her window was a wide vanity. With one big mirror in the center and three sets of drawers on either side for her clothes.

Everything was in place. She got out of her covers, placing her feet on the floor boards. They creaked as she stepped away from her bed. "Odd they never do that" she spoke to herself. Confused by the sudden noise. She grabbed her long black cardigan and threw it over her tank top and pajama pants. She walked through the hall, cautiously. Like something would jump out at her any second. She turned to the attic stairs and climbed her way up. The door was always opened now, no need to close it after everyone had made peace with each other.

Lydia stepped inside the dusty room. The furniture was still covered in sheets. The empty corners, still a home for spiders. A table sat in the center of the room with a 3D model of the whole town on top. It took up most of the attic. 'One of the greatest accomplishments and yet failures' the woman could hear her ghost parent reciting. She walked up to the model as she looked around. Both Adam and Barbra were nowhere to be seen. Which was odd, but she guessed they walked the house when her dad and Delia were asleep. She looked over the model. Taking in all the detail Adam put into it. How every tree was in the right place, every telephone wire, every building. Even the grass was placed correctly from their home to Lydia's old highschool, to her university and the graveyard. She stopped at the graveyard. It wasn't evenly placed like the rest of the model. The ground looked like it had been dug up over a single grave. She leaned in closer to see but everything was so small. She couldn't see the tomb stone of the grave very well.

In a moment of pure curiosity she plucked the clay out of the model so she could read it better. Squinting her eyes she read the engraving. "Betelgeuse, beloved son and husband... sexiest ghost around" she blinked at the object as she processed the words. She raised a brow as she stared at it "Is Adam joking" she spoke out loud. Before she could entertain another idea she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Quickly she placed the tomb back on the model and stepped away. She heard giggling as the two specters stepped into the room.

"Oh Lydia what are you doing up this early" Barbra asked with a wide smile on her face. Something Lydia didn't really see much of. "Or late" Her husband, Adam joked. "Oh um just sorta um...couldn't sleep" she fiddled with the skin at the end of her thumb nail. "Stress ya know, sorta causing me to have nightmares again...this time about snakes'' she forced herself to tell them. Both their smiles fell and she felt guilty for ruining their mood. "Ah but it's no biggie. The fears over with I just needed to walk a bit, look I'm all better. Well no point going back to bed when I need to be up in three hours I-I'll just go study for a bit before classes'' she rambled. Doing her best to make them not worry about her. It seemed they were having such a nice night and she didn't feel like ruining it by telling them about her dream. About the demon that taunted her. Or about her possibly releasing said demon. She was just going to study and pretend that dream didn't happen.

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She didn't get much studying in before she had to go to school. It was hard taking in all the information before her morning coffee. But her duel parents would go off about the bad effects of coffee if she drank any at home. On her bike ride to school she grabbed her usual order from the coffee shop. A nice tall black coffee with a shot of caramel and a nice greasy hash brown. Her literal fuel. She devoured the hash brown, inhaling it rather than chewing then downing her coffee any chance she got between red lights on her way to school.