diary of a living dead girl

Dance the night away

A black mark sat over the date on a calendar. Placed with a small bat sticker. It was how Lydia didn't lose track of her days. She placed bats on all her special days, the days she didn't have school. She placed three more bats down for her last few days of spring break. Beside her sat her diary. She tapped her finger wondering if she should write in it. Knowing that it would help to write all the conflicting things that had happened. She just stared at it though, resting her head in her hand as she leaned on her vanity. She bit her lip, looking over at her mothers picture. "Oh come on don't look at me like that. I wouldn't even know what to write" she told the picture. Tapping her finger and looking down at the surface. "I mean ya I relapsed...I broke our promise, But so did you" she looked back up at the picture, moving to hold her arms. 

"That's not far, you didn't have a choice" she looked back down at the diary. "What do I even say, dear diary I had another episode and this time couldn't stop myself. I don't even know what lead me to do so. All I was doing er was uh playing with myself. Thinking about my bffff cause I had tricked him. Cheated in a card game to strip but not like he wouldn't just do so. And the dick" she curled up in the stole. Putting her heels on the edge and covering her cheeks with her hands. Feeling her face heat up. "That I actually thought he was attractive to the point I boiled. Or how the more time I spend with him I wonder more and more why Sarin didn't like him. What was so wrong she had to leave, sure he's sensitive but it's nice seeing all his sides like that. Learning about him and not running away which I'm sure he's use to. Catching his real smiles not just the mischievous ones. Or all the other stuff that happened, Tommy. No I don't wanna think about it" she jumped off her stole. Clenching hands full of her dark locks. 

"I-I said I don't wanna think about it mom, I don't wanna know what would of happened and I don't wanna remember, remember the blade on my skin" she cringed at her words. Spinning around to look at her vanity. Her eyes set on the chalk sitting in her tin full of make up brushes. She quickly grabbed it, looking at the photo again. "No I'm not running. It's my vacation still. I don't wanna spend it having breakdown after breakdown. H-he just makes all the bad stuff go away...I'll write, after the first day of school" she promised. Lingering her gaze on the photo, her mom smiling brightly. She gave a weary smile to it "Thanks for listening." She walked away from the mirror, making her way to the clear wall by her bed. A bucket of water and a wash cloth sat in front of it. 

She pressed the chalk to the wall creating a line as she spoke her spell. "Though I know I should be wary still I venture some place scary, hunting ghosts I turn lose. Opening the door to BJ's road house" she finished making the door. Adding a handle. The line began to shine as the door moved open. Creating a hole in her wall. She pulled open the door a little more. Slipping inside the purple mist. Closing the door behind her the vast light began stretching into blue walls. Furniture becoming visible as she stepped forward. 

Now standing on solid floor, the mist cleared and the room became noticeable. She pushed her front zipper dress so it would sit more conformably on her body. She looked around the room, no longer empty but full of stuff her and the demon bought together. She walked into the space, noticing new photos on the wall. The whole where the phone was had now been covered by a photo of her. Sitting on the steps of the beach house in her swim suit. She was leaning on her arm emphasize the curves of her body by accident. She was staring at the camera through her black sun glasses. Sticking her tongue out from her red lips. Off to the left just above it was a photo of her and Beetlejuice looking at her phone in confusion. She snickered at the picture. Looking around some more. But those were the only new photos on his wall. She walked away from the checkered wall. Making her way to the kitchen. She peered in but there was no one there. "Beej" she called out, her voice echoing through out the house. 

There was no response. She looked off at the fire place pouting, sticking out her bottom lip and squinting her eyes. She made her way to the front door, opening the double doors and stepping out into the orange lighting. She closed the door, looking out the hallowed hill she stood on. A realization coming over her. She had never been outside without the demon before. Now looking around in awareness. Spotting the monster across the street who sat outside his home playing his banjo. His dog running around in circles like he was hopping to the beat. She looked away, moving to walk down the path before her. A voice in her tell her not venture alone somewhere she didn't know. Somewhere she might die. As she walked down the hill, to the dirt path she remembered a thought entered her head.