diary of a living dead girl

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Lydia stared at herself in her vanity mirror. Looking over her dark make up that spilled out of her eye lids. In elegant wings of black and grey at the top. A dark shade on her lips. Her hair mostly unseen as it sat braised in a loop behind her head. Her black New York dress sitting against her frame. The thick straps were covered with a red poncho, with lines all around it. Creating a spider web pattern. She reached up, pulling her hair our of the braid. Deciding it was to fancy. Instead she tied up the top of her hair in two messy pig tails. Teasing her hair so they would look more chaotic. She got up from her seat. Grabbing her knitted black cardigan to make her outfit more casual. 

She walked back to her mirror, looking her self over. Wondering if she should change out of her Louis. But the square foot made her look a lot taller then most of her shoes. She went to bite her lip in contemplation. Shoving her thumb nail in-between her teeth before she could. Sighing at her own actions. She let go of her thumb, seeing the black ring below her nail. She wiped it off with her cardigan. She couldn't freak out anymore. She was running out of time and still had to pick up her friend. 

She grabbed her chalk out of her pen holder. Moving to draw on her wall. She stopped, blinking at the space. "Hmm I wonder" she spoke to herself. Placing the chalk on her small night stand instead of on the wall. She walked back over, placing her hand where she always drew a door knob. She closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. "Though I know I should be wary" her fingers began to electrify, like something cold was behind placed in her hold. "Still I venture some place scary, Haunting ghosts I turn lose" she felt a handle in her fingers. Twisting it as she chanted. "Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice" she opened the door that appeared. Walking forward, She opened her eyes. Looking out at the usual purple light shrouded in mist. She closed the door, watching as the colors became dark. Black streaks appearing in wavy lines. Thick and everywhere. She walked out into the scene. Finding everything was to dark to see, the orange sky above barely helping to light her way. 

"Ok so it's the neitherworld but where" she asked out loud. Looking all around at the darkness. "Babes" a gravely voice asked. She turned her head, trying to find the source. "Beej is that you" she questioned, spotting two green orbs in the darkness. She raised her brows a little annoyed at her lack of sight. "Well it's your eyes for sure" she commented. "Oh yah ya can't see in the dark" she heard a cracking sound then watched as the man began to glow green. He lit up a little bit of the area, enough to see that the black streaks were trees. She looked down at his arms, noticing the animal he held close. The creature was shaking and flailing about, trying to get out of his hold. "What is that" she asked, pointing to the thing as foam came out of it's mouth. 

He quickly tossed it into the darkness "Nothing, I don' know what ya talkin bout" he lied. The mortal just stared at him, slowly narrowing her eyes. "What are you up to" she questioned, moving to cross her arms. "What me, come on. If I answered that anytime someone asked me. I'd never get anythin done" he walked over to her. "How'd ya get here, did ya walk" he inquired. Looking down at her shoes. "No I opened a door, all on my own. No chalk just imagined where I wanted to be and walked through" she told, smiling at her own ability. "Oh yah, Ya imagined Prince Vince forest did ya" he raised his lip as he rolled his head. The woman looked around the area again. "No I imagined you" she looked up at him. Watching his eyes widen and his green glow turn pink. Panic filled his features and he jumped behind a stack of trees. 

"Beej" Lydia called out, alarmed by the sudden action. She walked around the trunk he was hiding behind. When she looked at the space, the man was gone. In his place sat a bright cat, glowing pink and lighting up the space around it. "Hey are you alright" the mortal asked, holding onto the tree for support. "Peachy, come on lets get this evenin over with" the cat spoke in a deep gravely voice. He stood up on his stripped boots, beginning to walk forward. Lydia had no choice but to fallow him, not wanting to be left in the dark. The color changing from pink to green as they walked. She saw light ahead, passing a block of trees she stepped onto a dirt road. The ground was cracked and crumbling in places.