diary of a living dead girl

Vroom, vroom

Lydia rode her bike through the heavy rain that fell down. Soaking the streets and turning the soil to mud. Making it hard to move around once she got to the dirt rode. The struggle causing her to get off and carry her bike up the steep hill to her abstract house a the top. Her classy shoes digging into the mud. Soaking into the brown socks of her uniform. She huffed as she tracked up to the house. Tossing her bike at the porch like it was the vein of her existence. She headed up the steps, finally covered from the down pour that soaked her to the bone. She pushed open the door, slamming the old wood with her fury. She took two steps into the home before a shrill voice screamed out. 

"No, no,no,no" Delia rushed into view from her designer living room. Her heels slamming on the floor with her urgency. Her tight dress keeping her from running towards the collage student. "You are not ruining these freshly cleaned floors with the mud and rain" she bellowed. Lydia sank in her stands. Grunting at the rule thrown at her. 

"What would you have me do" she hollered, More then exhausted from her trip. Delia stood near the entrance, setting her hands on her hip. "Not ruin my floors" the woman pressed again, presenting the clean floors. Lydia huffed, her wet hair unmoving despite the wind. She stood up and tossed her hands up casually. 

"Fine" she spoke. She grabbed her jacket. Shedding it. She tossed it outside on the porch. Moving to unbutton her white shirt that was see through anyways. She peeled it off, along with her brown skirt. Tossing it out. She threw her shoes on the porch, doing the same with her socks. Now standing in the house in her black bra and skull designed boxers. Delia shrieked at her step daughter. But Lydia ignored her. She closed the door. Leaving the cloths outside to rot on the porch. 

She held herself high as she walked past the woman. the red head to shocked to speak. Perfect. Lydia made her way to the stairs leading up, hearing a shrill come from the living room. A noise that sounded like her spectral father. She tried not to bit her lip in guilt at him seeing her walk around in her underwear in some power play she was engaged in. She headed up the stairs. Seeing her biological fathers office door at the top. Open to show the office, cluttered with the mans work. Charles sat at his desk, typing on his lap top. Perfectly distracted. Lydia smiled, her smeared make up moving with the motion. 

"Hey daddy" she teased. Moving quickly to be out of sight as she headed for her room at the end of the hall. Charles grunted then responded. "Hey pumpkin" absently, not seeing her. Delia's loud heels came up the stairs, fallowed by her screaming. 

"Charles Your daughter is running around naked" she accused. Charles shouted back in shock. "What." Lydia rolled her eyes at the situation. She turned by her door frame, glaring at the red head that now stood by the office door. 

"Only because your wife wouldn't let me in the house, unless I stopped spreading water" she shouted back. She headed into her room. Closing her door and shutting out the chaos she caused outside. Delia's frantic voice, whining to the business man. Lydia rolled her eyes at the sound. She took a step and a voice flooded into her space from her covered mirror. 

"Hey is that true, ya walkin 'round naked, show me" the rough voice spoke. Lydia smirked as she stared at the room with a half lidded gaze of amusement. She walked through her room to change out of the rest of her wet cloths. Wondering naked now where the demon couldn't see. Like a private joke she had made. 

"Hmm let me think, No" she teased. rummaging through her closet to find something dry to wear. She looked over her clothes. All black aside from two red dresses she's collected in the passed two weeks. She pulled out a black dress, throwing it on over her head. She pulled it in place, straightening the straps on her shoulder. There was no string on the front just metal rings indicating there once was. The top was tight around her but the bottom flowed out unevenly around her knees. Once it was situated she headed for her mirror. Opening her drawer's on her vanity. She pulled out a pair of underwear to put on. Now dry and dressed she moved to clean up her face. Hearing the demon grumble impatiently. It made her smirk rather wide.