Be gentle with me, this is my first time. Be prepared for several short chapters. It's just the way it broke itself up. Blame my muses.
Disclaimer: Tim Burton (who I am secretly stalking), Nelvana, and Geffen Entertainment own the rights to Beetlejuice, all related characters and content, and my heart. Please don't sue me. Thank you.
And now, I present to you..."Take a Chance on Me."
Regardless of what she had suffered in this house, Lydia found leaving it was harder than anything she had had to face before in her life. Packing had become more of a chore and less of an excitement now that her days in the house were dwindling. Everything she came across as she cleaned out closet after closet seemed to remind her of the good…and the bad…times she had had during her tenure in this home.
A flash of red caught her eye as she pulled mountain after mountain of black clothing out of the last closet to be cleared. She gently touched the corner of red fabric and recognized it. Gingerly, she tugged it out from underneath the other things and held it up to the light. She stared at the spider web pattern on the crimson poncho and smiled vaguely, remembering many a narrow escape made while wearing it. She clutched it to her bosom and closed her eyes, savoring the memories. After a moment of silence she folded it neatly and placed it in the box in front of her. No matter what else she left behind, this she could never be parted from.
Unlike him. Anger flared up hot and sudden in her breast as she remembered the night she had told him she was leaving.