diary of a living dead girl

Art for all

Halloween night did not go as planned. Not for anyone. Delia had opened up their home to visitors and peers to come see her art work. Cleared out the living room of all furniture so she could set up every sculpture, every painting. It was a stuffy night. She was bending over backwards to make everyone conferrable and to tell them all about her pieces. While Charles stood in random spots of the room, clearly doped out of his mind from the doctors prescriptions. The whole scene made Lydia roll her eyes and raise her lip in anger. Stuck at the party to show everyone Delia was a mother after all. She wasn't even allowed to wear a costume. Just a red dress with bulky sleeves and a flat mid drift. She had to wear a black belt with it so it didn't just flow straight like red cardboard. She pouted in the corner. Sticking out her bottom lip just a little as sh crossed her arms and slouched in her stands. 

"Oh Lydia don't slouch, and don't pout makes you look like a child" Delia grabbed the girls chin and forced her to stand up. "Honestly I said no gothic make up not no makeup, you look so pale" she criticized. "Don't you have a party to monitor instead of pointing out all my flaws" the girl tried to say with the restriction of her jaw. The woman let her go, turning around with her nose held high. She walked away in small steps. Lydia would of growled but she didn't want the woman to come back. She rubbed her face, unaware of the changing picture behind her. The colors moving and swirling till a barely recognizable shape of her demon could be seen. "Whow babes nice dress, love me a gal in red" he spoke. Her shoulders fell forward at the sound of his voice. She groaned "Buzz off beetlebug" she glanced over at the painting. 

The mans expression fell at her insult. "Tch come on, why so crabby" he morphed the painting so it looked like crabs were running around it. The girl couldn't help the slight uptick of her lips. Smiling just a bit. "Forgot to eat" he asked a little more serious. She rolled her eyes, more thought then annoyance. "Possibly but I'm bitter because instead of having a Halloween fest I'm stuck here at this dull as a nail party" she turned around dramatically. Now staring at a sculptor of a nail. She opened her eyes half way, staring in annoyance at the sight while the man behind her giggled. 

"Sounds like this place could really livin up, needs more-" he was cut off by the mortal turning to him. She arched her brow and smiled slightly at him. Knowing all to well what he wanted "You" she finished. She smiled at her, flashing his uneven teeth.  "As interesting as that would be if Delia or dad knew we were talking again...augh" she began. Looking around at the room it was so definingly quiet. You could hear the snobby thoughts of the people looking around. "...all though if you were able to scare away her 'customers' discreetly" the girl bargained. Slowly moving to look at her demon. His smile grew and his tongue seemed to poke out in his excitement. "Ya,ya,ya say my name" he begged. It made her smirk rather devilishly. "Now I'm serious, I said discreetly. This won't be like the dinner party. Just a few gages to get the party over with are we clear" the man shook his head so violently. Chanting ya's and yes's. She couldn't help giggling at him "I mean it alright, beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beeeeee" she held the note as she watched the anticipation take over the panting. The demon bit his whole bottom lip as he waited. "Juice" she gave in. The man was gone from the painting in a flash. 

Lydia watched looked around the room, wondering what he's do first. The sculpture of many odd ends moved three cm then a painting flew sideways. The girl stared unimpressed by the unnecessary defiling. Till Delia jumped and ran to her sculpture as quickly as possible. She crouched down a little to move it. In that moment all her paintings sprouted arms, grabbing who ever was near and pulling them into the wall. The guests screamed at the unexpected surprise. Already a few were running out of the room and towards the door. Charlies curled up in the corner muttering things about taking to much medication. People running passed him as they exited in a fit of screams. Delia looked up from her sculpture only for her painting to fall off the wall. She yelled at the sight. Sounding more scared then her guests. Lydia snickered at the whole scene.