I do not own Beetlejuice (Betelgeuse) or any of the characters in the franchise. I wish I did because I'd follow up on the second movie we've been hearing about for the past 5+ FREAKING YEARS...
There was no sound except for the ringing in her ears. Her head throbbed with each pulse of her heart, which was running at a frantic pace. Her eyes tried to fix on a spot on the carpet, but the world seemed to be on a slant.
Her hands were held out in front of her. She found it fascinating how her blood pulsed out of the gashes along her fingers. Then she vaguely realized that she wasn't feeling any pain.
Lydia?!
She recognized that voice and wasn't so happy to hear it. Why are you here?
Small hands touched her chin and lifted it to their eye level. Delia's hands were cold.
Lydia? Can you hear me?
Lydia slowly nodded her head. She looked past Delia's shoulder over to where her vanity stood. For a fleeting moment she expected to see something there…but she wasn't sure what. Oh…my mirror is broken.
"What…?"
Lydia, we need to get you to the hospital. You're bleeding!
"What…happened?" her voice sounded foreign to her ears. Delia dropped her hand to the girl's shoulders and squeezed. Her nails bit into the skin.
You had an accident. You must have tripped and fell against your vanity. I just found you!
"My mirror?"
You knocked it off the vanity. I don't think it can be fixed...
Lydia continued to stare in a daze. Oh, this isn't good. She watched as Delia grabbed a pillow from the bed. She took off the pillowcase and began wrapping Lydia's hands.
Come on get up. You need medical attention. Your father is going to be so upset!
"Seven years."
What?
"Seven years…that's seven years bad luck."
