diary of a living dead girl

battle ready

Lydia's loneliness didn't disappear as her day began. Going through her normal routine in a haze, she could still feel the pressure around her side. Not sure of what or even if anything was there. She stuffed her locker un-energetically, Like her limbs were too tired to use. She gave a sigh then rested her head on the frame of her locker. Looking over at her mirror that sat on the inside of her door. Staring at her reflection and cringing a little at the purple tinge forming under her eyes. It was fine when it was kind of grey but now it looked like she was bruising from sleepless night after sleepless night. Much paler now thanks to her night of sickness, even her hair was a mess. She closed her eyes so she could look away, reaching into her locker for her small brush.

She lazily dragged it through her hair. "Lydia" Bertha's crackling voice called out to her and she opened her eyes just a little. "Morning Bertha, Ya, ya I know looking like the living dead today. I'm working on it" she mumbled, closing her eyes again. "No well yes you do. Ah but I came to tell you that auditions have started" the girl spoke with mild urgency. "Hmm that's nice..." Lydia's eyes suddenly shot open, looking at herself for a moment before turning to Bertha. "Already in-between classes" she asked, matching the urgency. Her friend nodded. Lydia threw her hair brush in her locker then grabbed her lipstick and a compact mirror.

"Thanks Bertha" she said as she slammed her locker closed and locked it. She began sprinting down the hall to get to the auditorium. "AH wait, your bag, Lydia" the girl called out but her friend was already gone. There weren't that many people in the halls since most had an early class. So there wasn't much traffic on the way to the auditorium. There were signs pointing to the back door that lead to the back of the stage. She went through the door, stepping up the stairs that lead to the back of the stage. There were a few people standing around the big space, some sitting by the flimsy vanity's by the wall. All clones of Claire. It made Lydia roll her eyes as she walked in. A sound reached her ears, a familiar overly sweetened voice singing hot n cold by Katy Perry. It annoyed the girl, having to listen to such a sickening adaptation of an already sweet song.

Luckily she had just caught the tail end of it and not the beginning. The noise stopped and a mans voice began to speak. "Next" he said more loudly. Lydia looked around, wondering who was next to preform but no one got up. "Like you decided to show up after all" Claire's voice rang out with her usual snobby tone. The goth girl rolled her eyes as she looked over at her rival. "Ugh" the rich girl made a disgusted face "you look more hideous than usual today. Ha good luck getting any part like that" Claire pointed to all of her. It made Lydia subconsciously smooth out her hair. "Next" the man called out again and Claire smiled proudly. "He's calling you or are you too scared to perform?" she teased.

Lydia glared at her, standing up straight she walked past the diva. Stepping onto the stage she swallowed her insecurities and stood out on the center. Sitting in the first row of the red seats was a man. With salt and pepper hair running down his face in a thin coat. tired eyes that matched her own and skinny frame. Almost fragile skinny. "Right Lydia Deetz I want you to sing a song of any kind. One that you feel connects to your very soul. I wanna see what passion your voice can carry and go" the man spoke so loud it echoed throughout the room. Lydia nodded, knowing the perfect song to sing to show off her passion. "Dead girl walking" she asked, feeling a little nervous. Claire's distant laugh caused her to glare at the space between the wall and the curtain where the backstage could be seen.

The plastic girl laughed at her request, not noticing Bertha walking up behind her. The tall girl had Lydia's bag over her shoulder, she waved at her friends and ignored Claire. Lydia smiled and waved back, also ignoring the blond girl's laugh. But her smile fell when she noticed a move meant in the body mirror beside her friend. Seeing a flash of stripes moving in a waving motion. She blinked before she could process the rest of the figure inside the glass. When she opened her eyes he was gone, just like always. "Any time today" the director called out, catching her attention. "O-Oh right" Lydia agreed, dazed from her hallucination. Claire laughed again but it went ignored.