diary of a living dead girl

so he stays.

It was late afternoon when Lydia was awoken with a start. A loud noise echoing through out the house, caused her to jolt up onto her elbows. "Um up" she mumbled to no one. She blinked and suddenly her step mother stood in front of her door way. "Lydia get up the therapist will be here soon" she ordered. "Therapist right...wait what" the girl asked, still waking up. "Oh honestly do you remember nothing" the woman almost yelled. "Last night I said I was calling a therapist to give us an evaluation before my art gallery event on thursday. I don't want any trauma hindering the exabits. Got enough crazy going around with you and Charles mood swings" she complained as she walked away from the room. "I'll show you crazy, watch me rip out a dead animal spine and SHAKE MY HEAD LIKE A DOG" she yelled out after Delia. The woman groaned but didn't turn back. Lydia flopped back on her bed but didn't go back to sleep. 

A deep, quiet laughter could be heard from her mirror. She smiled at the familiar voice. "What" she asked, her hair covering her whole face so she couldn't see her mirror. "Nothing babes just that would be hysterical, flinging dead animal bones at her guests" he chuckled. The mortal lifted her hair so she could see the demon smiling at her "It's my own art peace, called 'they want crazy, I'll show em crazy' " she chuckled at the joke. She rolled off her bed so she would land on the floor. "Augh I don't want another evaluation. That's her answer for everything, evaluation." She groaned, running her fingers through her hair. "What like a brain examin" the demon asked staring down at her the best he could from her mirror. The mortal got up from the ground, tang top now tangled and ridden up above her hip. She walked over to him and he smiled at her lack of pants. 

"Of sorts, not the pop your top kind. More like they ask you questions and determine how crazy you are. I Hate them they always say the same thing, That I'm depressed and suicidal and stressed. Then they make you pop pills till your so messed up or numb you can't tell what's going on...In my experience anyway" she rambled. Crossing her arms over her chest. "Uh huh" the man said but it was clear he wasn't listening. She rolled her eyes at him then moved to walk away. Her hand brushed her bare thigh. The sensation caused her to look down at herself, noticing she had nothing on but her underwear. She jumped out of view, turning to look at the mirror with only her head visible. "You weren't gonna point out that I had no pants on" She glared at the man. He leaned against the side of the mirror with a smile on his demonic face. "And what ruin the show nah" he chuckled. Lydia grabbed her sheet off the floor then threw it over the mirror. "Ay" the other protested at having his vision blocked. "Oh sorry am I ruining your show" she teased with a smile. 

*****

That was the only enjoyment she got. Sitting in Delia's living room. A leg over the arm rest as she faced away from the woman sitting on the same couch as her. She slouched and crossed her arms as she listened to the diva go on and on about the night. "Yes well It is a traumatic experience, I'm surprised you wanted a session so soon" the doctor sitting across the room spoke. "Well the sooner we get this talked out the sooner we can get back to our lives" Delia sniffled. "And how about you, Charles I know you have a history of panic attacks, how do you feel after all this" the doctor turned to the man sitting in the chair. He was shaking in his seat. "What me, not so well. Scared yes, getting an alarm system definitely which is ridiculous in a small town which you live on the outskirts of. Mad about having to postpone going to work and selling houses to Johns and Mary's alike just to heal and augh. Every time I close my eyes I just see those masks" the man held his head in his hand. 

"An alarm system is a great idea, sets a sense of security....here I'm gonna prescribe some Benzodiazepines, this will help with the panic attacks and calm some anxieties" the doctor wrote out a prescription. "So will um will we all be fine to have a gala" Delia asked as politely as she could. "Um if you believe it will help to throw a party and have control over who enters your house then yes, But what about daughter here how does she feel" the medical practitioner smiled at the gothic girl. "Step" Delia spoke. "Daughter" Charles added. Shrinking in his seat when he looked at his new wife.