Tim Burton and Geffen Entertainment (as far as I know) own Beetlejuice and all related characters/content. Not me.
This comes from a challenge I saw in one of the Beetlejuice forums. I've never written first person POV before so PLEASE review! I need all the help I can get.
And now, I present to you: Breaking All the Rules
"Oh man, oh man, oh man…this is not good. This is so not good. I can't feel my legs. That means my neck's broken right? Or my back? Oh man. I can't move! I'm stuck in my car and I can't move.
"I am going to MURDER the jaggoff who ran me off the road. They had to have been drunk, dude. They HAD to have been drunk! I'm going to sue the fuck out of them. I'm going to sue them so hard they'll have to take a mortgage out on a BOX to be HOMELESS.
"I'm so cold. Why did this have to happen in the dead of winter?! WHY CAN'T I MOVE?! Am I unconscious? I'm not hurt bad, I don't think. Well, other than I can't feel my legs…come to think of it, I can't feel my arms either. Or anything else.
"I can't open my eyes. Ok…don't panic. Just don't panic. Someone will come along this road. Someone will see me. Someone will save me…"
No one did. I died alone. Hypothermia. I really wasn't hurt badly. I was knocked unconscious, and stayed that way just long enough for hypothermia to set in. By the time someone happened along that stretch of deserted Ohio highway I had been sitting in a wrecked car, in a t-shirt and jeans with no coat, for 24 hours in sub-zero temperatures. I had been dead for 12 of those hours.
On the plus side, my skin is a great shade of blue. Matches my eyes.
Not only that, but they did actually catch the bastard who ran me off the road. Turns out I wasn't the only one he ran off that night. He was coked out and driving an 18-wheeler…it's amazing that I'm the ONLY person to die because of him. They charged him with vehicular homicide but he got off because the cop didn't Mirandize him. Lousy cop.
When I first died, I stared at myself for a long time, mostly because I was trying really hard to clear my "hallucination" out of my vision. When I finally figured out that yes, I really was dead and yes, I was a ghost now…well…I freaked a little bit.
After an hour of hysterical crying and screaming, I finally calmed down. After four hours of sitting around staring at my dead body, I got bored. I sat on the top of my car with my chin in my hand, kicking my feet and waiting for someone to drive past and notice my frozen ass. I fell asleep at one point, if the dead can sleep.
When I woke up I was in a strange waiting room. I sat very still and glanced around huntedly, not sure at all where I was or what I was doing there.