diary of a living dead girl

chasing after you

The group sat inside Gingers antic home. Everyone silently looking into their tea cups after hearing the full story from the mortal. No one spoke as the facts settled in. The reality of their neighbor being gone. Ginger walked into the room. Her foot steps the only thing echoing in the room. She walked passed the dog that stood by Lydia, resting his head on her leg. He whined at her hand that sat their unmoving. "Ahem" the woman cleared her throat, sitting down on the couch with her skeleton friend. "Um tomorrow we should go clear out Beetlejuice locker at work" she told the man. "Y-you know now that he's hic gone" she covered her mouth as her eyes watered at the thought. "I'll hustle up his cons bout the town. What's left of it" the monster informed her. Jacques reached a hand over to the spider, setting it on her knee. 

"Oh cherie it will be ok. Besides he's not really gone" the man comforted. Catching the mortals attention. "What" she asked, looking over at him. He turned to meet her eyes where she sat in a chair. "Oh he's not gone he's just lost in the lost souls room" he told rather hopefully. Ginger hit his bony arm. "You stop that" she warned him. "Ow" he rubbed his arm from her hit. "What's that" Lydia asked, sitting up in the chair. The woman pointed a finger at her. "Never you mind missy" she told. "It's the room in the recently deceased office  where exorcised souls go. Dead for the dead" the man explained. Placing his hand on his chest mournfully. "Oh you I'd swear you're trying to con her into going in and getting Beetlejuice's soul" the woman tapped him again. "She could die Jacq" she continued. "Oui, apologize it was not a con. Though we said that about the realm of monsters and her she sits" he gestured to her.

Ginger stood up, balling up all six of her fists as she glared down at him. "Enough Beetlejuice is gone. He's dead and thats that. S-so stop trying to-to give false hope" the woman cried. Covering her face. "Oh Ginger I did not mean to make it worse" he reached out for her. Holding the small girl close as she wrapped her arms around him. "If 'e could see this I wonder what 'e'd say. Would 'e laugh an call us suckers or hide his own tears" monster spoke out. Resting his head in his hand. Lydia sank back in her spot, looking into her tea cup. The swirling liquid reminding her of a coco she once had. She waited, expecting to see something but knowing she wouldn't. But if she looked away she'd miss it. 

Her tea was taken from her after some time. She took in a deep breath, looking over at the woman that took it away. Her eyes were blood shot from the amount of crying she had done that day. "Lydia I set up Jacqs love seat for you. It's best to stay around friends right now ok" she told, reaching over and kissing the girls head. "Sleep well Lydia, we will all go to the office tomorrow" she heard Jacques say. She nodded, sniffling as she came back to reality. She got up from the chair, rubbing her face. She began walking to the stairs, Cerberus fallowing behind her. She dragged herself up the stairs, leaving the door open as she walked into the mans living room. It looked the same as always. Specious with everything against the walls. 

She walked over to the mans sofa. Grabbing the decretive sheet off the top. She curled up on the seat, hearing the chatter coming from the open door. Nothing coherent just voices. Cerberus curled up on the floor beside her. Whining when he sniffed the air. But she she didn't comment on it. She just stared at the dark ceiling. Her mind drifting but her body staying awake. She blinked, finding the voices had stopped. They had probably been done for awhile and she just spaced out. She listened to the silence for a moment. Moving to sit up. She looked out at the room, staring at the blue door that sat on the wall. Her eyes watered at what was behind the door. She pushed the useless blanket off. Moving her feet to the ground. 

Her dog perked up his head, looking over at her as she stood up. She held herself, walking over to the door. She took out a shaking hand, swallowing her growing sorrow. She pushed the door open. presenting the darkness of a home she knew the lay out to. She walked through the passage way. Stepping into her friends hall. The smell of cigars and mold hitting her nose once she walked in. She moved to the stone steps, feeling around as she went down them in the dark. She reached over to the wall flipping the switch that sat there. It turned on the over head light, illuminating the room so she could see. Everything was in it's place. All the little things she picked out for the place sat where she wanted it. The chandler above the couch. The coffin table in front of the tv set. Two blue shelves sitting beside it holding all the things she brought over. Her movies that seemed to grow as she would buy more dvds. Her figures she brought over for him. She looked over at the stone fire place that sat unlit against the wall.