diary of a living dead girl

maybe

Lydia woke up to the sound of a door opening. She jolted but didn't open her eyes. Instead she listened out, hearing two voices. One she didn't recognize, the sound made her reach around the bed, trying to find her knife she kept under her pillow. But there was nothing, her sheets didn't even feel like hers. A gravely voice she recognized began speaking. "Great, I hate this an' ya a shitty person for this" he told. She groaned, opening her eyes only to be met with darkness. She rubbed her eyes groaning again a little louder. "An ya woke up my girl thanks for nothin buddy" the man spoke. She heard the door close. She turned to lay on her back. Pushing herself up to sit up. She yawned. The darkness fading as the curtain to the bed was moved. Light shun in from the space. She opened her eyes, looking at the man that stood there.

Barely taking in the sight of his pink beetle pajamas. "Hey whats going on" she asked him, yawning again. The man turned away, beginning to yawn himself. "Ah just asked some guy how he's doin ya know polite or whatever. An he goes off about how he got dumped recently and always yelled at when he sees customers" he rolled his eyes as eh retold the story. The woman blinked slowly at him. "So he answered the question" she asked, groggy and confused. "Yah like an asshole. When someone ask 'how are ya' ya don't tell em. Ya just say good, piece o' shit" the man complained. "Wow ok" she snickered at his remark. Moving the blanket off her. She stepped onto the floor with her bare feet.

The man reached over to the end of the bed, pulling on a string. He hooked it around the curtain, pulling it back to let the girl out. She walked out of the space, pulling her damp night gown he bought her. The black fabric clinging to her sweaty body. She looked out at the large room. Seeing a spread of food on the dining table and coffee. "Oooh coffee my one, my true love, my dark mistress of bitter and comfort" she walked towards the pot that sat on the table. She grabbed the pot and a mug, pouring the hot liquid in. "Jus once wish she'd talk bout me like that" the demon joked, faking offence as he walked over. Lydia smirked at him, arching her brow as she looked over. "What makes you think I don't" she asked. Setting the pot down. He blinked at her "ya call me bitter" he asked. She chuckled at his response.

"What a woman, that's the word you picked out" she shook her head. Bringing the mug to her mouth. She took a small sip then set it back down. She sat down across from the demon, taking in the massive amounts of food. "So this is all for me then" she joked looking out at the stack of pancakes and sunny side up eggs. Bacon and hash browns sat beside each other. Toast and strawberry's and yogurt all sat on the table. "I'd like ta see ya try an eat it all alone" She stared at him for a moment. Caught, knowing she couldn't if she tried. She smiled, looking down at the food again. Beetlejuice chuckled. Stabbing his fork into half the stack of the pancakes. Throwing them on his plate.

Lydia had to admit to herself it had been years since she had an egg. Relaying mostly on hashbrowns, coffee, and whatever was made for dinner when she got home in time. She grabbed two and some toast. Once she started she wanted everything. Realizing she hadn't had a fruit in months because of her world hopping. Or pancakes. Whatever she didn't eat the demon devoured. Till there was nothing left. But half drunken coffee.

The mortal smiled at nothing as she drank her coffee. Not able to remember the last time she felt so full or caring to. The man reached into his pocket, taking out a cigar. "Ya mind" he asked out of character. "Since when do you ask....no I don't" she teased. He lit the cigar, smirking at her as he did. The room quickly filled with the sent of burning tobacco. "Today I'm gettin ya in that tub" he told, pointing to the heart shaped hot tub. "Funny I was just thinking about that. And how I don't have a swim suit" she looked over at him, knowing what he was gonna suggest. He smiled wide, showing off his uneven teeth "Who said ya needed clothes" he chuckled. She rolled her eyes but didn't drop her smile. "I'll just wear my dress" she told no one, looking out at the hot tub. Wanting so badly to be inside and feel her muscles melt for once.