diary of a living dead girl

Sarin

Lydia sat on her bed post, staring into her open closet. Her dresses staring back at her like a fashion abys. Her medieval style dress with the corset already apart of the dress. Her zip up dress with the decretive rings. The one she wore to the slaughter. The torn one Delia gave her. The fluttery one that Beetlejuice gave her. Among others. She bit her lip as she stared at the choices. "Glad I decided to try and get ready hours before dinner" she told herself. Then got off the bed and walked over to the closet. She started taking things off the rack. "Hmm to ah showy. To hmm black, to many ribbons" she tossed her dresses onto her bed. She pulled out the red dress she was given. Feeling the soft material in her hand. She bit her lip as she looked it over. "No I mean he says it looks good but this nights about his girl not me" she tossed it in the pile.  She pulled out a black dress, covered in fake diamonds. "Eh maybe to fancy...hmm. Fuck it I'll do my make up and hair first then pick a dress. 

She threw it on her bed. Heading over to her vanity to apply colors to her face. It didn't take her to long to put together a look. Already knowing what she wanted. Putting on her favorite black lipstick with red dot in the middle. Blending it together. She applied a black eyeshadow above and below. Then lined here eyes curling the wing instead of doing a straight line. She then made thick lines under her eye, drawing thick eyelashes underneath. Then she dusted it all with a dark red, almost brown. Once she was done with her make up she tied up her hair. Braiding it to circle the back, leaving two long strands beside her bangs. She clipped the braids in place then took a black bat ordainment she had. Clipping it in the space on the back of her head. Once it was situated she curled the two strands of her hair. Leaving her bangs the way they were. She smiled at the look in the mirror, turning back to the mess of clothes on her bed. She groaned, tilting her head down in despair. 

"Well at Least I'm painted now" she told herself. Getting off her stool to go over the mess of cloth. Everything she had was ripped, to short, or un fitting for a formal setting. She stopped going over her clothes, a sudden realization hitting her. "What if I'm over dressed, what if by formal he meant like emotionally. This is Beej after all. What if his formal is an arby's at three am. Oh Satan it be mortifying if I was the only one all dolled up. But what if it is formal, like Gingers party. Then I'd be under dressed. Augh I wish I could just call her" she whined to her wardrobe. She put a hand on her forehead as she leaned on the frame of the wooden piece. "What a dilemma, to be given such a fashion opportunity without restraint. Do I arrive in diamonds, or tatters....pfff oh" the girl stopped her dramatics. Seeing a long dress tucked away in the back. 

She slipped it on, pulling up the straps and shifting her breasts to fit comfortably in the top. The dress spilled down her worked frame, hugging her hips and upper thigh. Splitting above her left knee to give her room to move. She spun around in it the turned to her closet. Grabbing a pair of black christen Louboutin's with a red bottom. They went perfect with her outfit and made her a bit taller which she loved. She walked to her drawers looking around for one more accessory. Finding the old see through poncho she use to wear as a child. She threw it on over her shoulders. A nice red fabric with black web lines all around it. Did nicely to hide her open collar bone and v shape of her dress. 

She laughed in triumph at her look. Ready for the night. A creaking sound caused her to jolt. She looked down at the floor board but the noise continued. She snapped her head up, turning to the wall behind her bed. In the open space a wobbly door appeared. purple light emanating from the ajar wood. She gulped, feeling more nervous using this way to the neitherworld. 

She reached for the handle, wrapping her painted nails around it and opening the door just a little more. She stepped forward, letting the smoke envelop her. She made sure to close the door as she walked through the purple light. Suddenly she was standing in a room. The walls were dark and the floor was checkered. There was an orchestra lines against the wall and an open space for dancers. Tables filled half the room each with it's own candle in the center or a floral center piece. She stared at the sight, off putted by the lack of color in the room.