No Poltergeist
Authoress: Wee-Me
DISCLAIMER: I don't own "Beetlejuice" or any associated characters, so no suing and no snake throwing.
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There was no poltergeist. Ghosts maybe, but not a poltergeist to be found.
It's all in your twisted little mind, Lyds.
She mentions them at breakfast, but They, the ones who are supposed to be parenting her, don't know what she's talking about.
No Juno.
No Beetlejuice.
No almost wedding.
No comprehension.
They've heard of the Maitlands.
Barbara? Adam? Guys?
But They only know of them from the realtor, only as the couple who had the house before them.
They think she's morbid when she drags Barbara's wedding dress out.
When she asks about the snake on the stairs They share a LOOK and send her to her room.
Tsk tsk babes, some trouble you're in now.
They take her to a specialist, a mind doctor. He says they've met before. He looks a bit like Otho around the jowls, but she has no idea what he's talking about otherwise. He talks to her like he knows her though and has this "don't you remember?" tone to his voice.
A relapse he says, you're having a relapse Lydia. It will all be okay soon, just relax and let the medicine take effect.
The needle makes everything run together.
The color in its barrel. What a lovely shade of green, matches my eyes.
There is no poltergeist. They tell her every day.
The sleeves on her jacket snake around her, she won't stop fighting.
The orderlies know she's calmer when they take their smoke break before they deal with her.
Juno?
The doctor says: no poltergeists and take your pills and how do you feel do you want to talk about it. And that she has to take responsibility for things.
Only Lydia was on the stairs with her daddy.
Only Lydia twisting Delia's art.
Only Lydia scaring herself.
Only Lydia to blame.
Lonely ain't it? Lonely like Saturn in the sands.
Her parents are home, or where she thought was home. She's here alone.
No hugs unless she's in her special jacket.
The doctor tells her she's crazy, but in a much nicer way. She likes art therapy if she doesn't have to explain herself.
The pills wrap her mind in the soft cotton Adam used for fog on the model.
That is, if Adam existed. Which he didn't. The doctor says so.
Guess that means no Harry Belafonte if you pass your tests. For the best since you can't seem to pass a psych test to save your life. Literally.
Barbara isn't real either. So says the doctor.
Plus some other stuff about the loss of her mother at a young age.
And Delia being a raging bitch. Not his exact words, but she's crazy; why not say what she thinks.
He said Charles is useless too if you're honest. C'mon, tell the truth and shame the devil.
Hallucinations.
The voices she thought she heard.
The people she thought she knew.
None of it real.
Not a poltergeist trick, her being here, because there are no poltergeists.
The pills will keep him away.
Keep away the poltergeist that doesn't exist.
Because there aren't any poltergeists. The doctor says so.
Keep telling yourself that.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This has been bouncing around in my email for a while. No idea where it came from, just a possible follow-up to the movie. Hope you liked it.
Part of my 2011 13 Posts/Days of Halloween.