At Lydia's house:

Lydia was having a problem. A big problem, her stepmother Delia was getting on her nerves. An hour ago, Lydia walked into her room but it wasn't her room. Everything was replaced with pink. Her always-black room was completely destroyed, her walls were even painted. And now she is sitting at her kitchen table listening to how Delia thinks it isn't proper for a young lady to always be by herself. Or that black isn't a very good expressing color, or even that it wasn't a color at all. She tried arguing that purple was a color and also was red and those were in her room too. Delia wouldn't have any of it.

"Lydia. Darling, listen those colors don't tell a story. You're a photographer, you have to take everything in life and put it through an art prospective. Pink, it draws people's eyes to it. Makes them feel warm and comforted. That reminds me, where going shopping on Thursday and replacing your, uh, dark wardrobe and brightening it up. Maybe you will make new friends that way," Delia kept babbling on about how Lydia will become the daughter she always wanted. Her father just sat there doing nothing to stop his crazy wife. Lydia knew she had to run upstairs to talk to the one person that would understand her most. She just had to get to that mirror.

"Uh mother?" Lydia asked while her eyes darted straight towards the stairs.

"Yes dear?" Delia asked, not sounding to pleased about being interrupted.

"May I please go upstairs? I have to start my essay for school. And it's really long." Lying to her parents was so easy now days. She has the king of conning to thank for that.

"I guess so." Said Delia.

"Thank you" Lydia bolted out of her seat and ran up the stairs to her ugly room. But when she got there she had the shock of her life. Her mirror was missing!

"MOTHER!" Lydia ran out screaming.

"What is it dear?" Yelled back Delia.

"Where's my mirror? I need it!" Lydia needed that mirror not only was it her mothers, but it was a portal to her world and her best friends.

"I put it in the basement. You don't need that silly thing!" And with that Lydia ran out of her bedroom, and ran down into the basement. When she got to the basement the door was locked.

"Crap" Lydia mumbled under her breath. She tried again, it was still locked. She knew she could call her best friend out, but he was on probation again. So she would always use her mirror to talk to him. Lydia raced back up the stairs to the kitchen where Delia still was.

"It's locked." She said in-between gasps for air.

"I know dear. I locked it; I thought it was time to part with that silly thing. We can still keep it for when you have children. Its childish really." Delia said, while scrubbing as hard as possible on an already clean plate.

"It was my mothers. You really have no right to…" But she was cut off by Delia snapping at her.

"You have a new mother now! You should move on" Lydia was practically in tears. Delia had no right; it was almost like she wanted her to suffer. Lydia sulkily went back up to her room. Just when things in her house got better, Delia had to go and ruin everything again. Lydia spent years just in her room drawing pictures of Delia being hung by the Grim Reaper. But she now knows Grim wouldn't hang anyone, that's not what Juno pays him for. He just has to go collect souls he's useless really. Lydia worked on homework and looked through her photographs, she hopes Beetlejuice wouldn't be mad at her for not contacting him.

One Month Later:

Lydia was going crazy, it's been a month and she's never felt so depressed and alone. Delia is ignoring her, her father has to work double time on a project, and Beetlejuice is on probation until the next month. She has no way of contacting Beetlejuice, and that was whom she really needed to talk to. School was going terrible, that Claire Brewster was out for blood and Lydia really had no idea what she did to make that evil blond witch come after her. Her room finally went back to somewhat normal, Delia forgot about Lydia's room makeover but sadly she never got back her mirror. She had to wait until Delia by accident leaves her house keys somewhere when she leaves the house. Doesn't look like that was going to happen anytime soon though. So Lydia just sulked around the house, she hasn't been this depressed since she moved here.

When Lydia was depressed she had nightmares, and not the good kind either. She felt worthless, and she did things that she regrets. Which is why she always tries to wear long sleeves. But the skeletons in her closet enjoyed taunting her; she had the urge to do what she swore she would never do again. She just needed relief from being so lonely and unhappy. She went into her bathroom and moved a painting from her wall. Behind the painting was a little tiny razor blade that she used. She then went into the bathroom, and dragged the sharp blade across her skin. The blood dripped from her arm and into the sink. She couldn't look at herself in the mirror in fear that "he" might have found a way to look and see her. He always found loopholes like that.

"Lydia!" Yelled Delia. Lydia jumped and scrambled to get everything back in place so that Delia had no idea to what she just did. It worked; she wrapped her arm and put on her sweatshirt. "Oh darling, I noticed how upset u looked lately. Your father wishes he didn't have to work so much." Delia babbled a bit more, but Lydia wasn't paying any attention instead she swore she saw a pair of sad green glowing eyes looking back at her through her bathroom mirror.

"That's… that's okay uh mother, I uh have to go." With that she ran out of her room and her house. She ran to the graveyard, which was only a little while away. There he was buried, and it was there that she would always lay a single red rose whenever she felt lonely. She didn't bring one, but sitting on top of his grave was good enough. His eyes haunted her though, she wish he didn't torture Mayor may not. And she wished Juno wasn't keeping such a close eye on him so that he could sneak out.

"Young lady. Do you have any idea who's grave your sitting on?" Asked old Bill, the grave keeper.

"Yes I know" Lydia replied the sadness coating her voice.

"Now I don't know why you are here, or how you know of Beetlejuice. But let me tell you something, he was cursed they say." Lydia never asked Beetlejuice why he was cursed or how, but she was intrigued by maybe having an idea of why he was the way that he was.

"I heard about that. Do you know why or even how?" Lydia asked.

"Yes, my family was the one who put the curse on him. They past down the story from generation to generation. I became the Grave keeper because part of the story was, that if you called his name three times. He can rise from the grave. I never tried of course, because they say it is unleashing the greatest evil spirit. The curse was put there to contain what will eventually take over. They say all his life both dead and alive, he was a prankster, but one day, it was hot and he was lost. Old women offered him something to drink; it was some juice but what he didn't know it was juice made from the blood of a Beluga Beetle. The Beluga Beetle is said to have magical qualities, terrible but magical qualities. Anyway, he was so thirsty he drank the juice. He fell ill a few days later, they all thought it was influenza since at the time many people were dying from it. He awoke one morning feeling better then he ever had in his life. But something was different, he felt like something changed. Then he went home to his wife, who was said to be expecting a child. But when he got there he saw a most terrible sight, another man in his bed with his wife. In a blinding rage he pointed a finger at the man and a light came out. Knocked the man dead, then he did the unthinkable, he took his wife by the throat choked her to death and then he cut off her ring finger. He knew then that the child was not his, for he couldn't have children. He thought that it was a mericle though, when she said she was pregnant. He then knew better though." Lydia never knew all of this. She always thought he was cursed because he loved pranking people, or that he got his magic when he was dead, not alive.

"Did he end up killing himself too?" Lydia asked, she heard stories about people being so corrupted with power they end up killing themselves along with those they once loved.

"No. The town's people did. The haunted them down. Back then it was considered witchcraft to have such power. They found him in grieving and hung him." Lydia gasped. She never thought something so tragic has ever happened to her best friend before.

"Wow…" Lydia couldn't believe what she just heard. How much pain did he really go through? It made sense on how he acted; he never liked showing whenever he was hurting. He only would show his true emotions towards Lydia, or at least she thought he did. She didn't know anymore, could all that happiness really just be an act towards her? Was he really suffering from the aftermath of being killed?

"What happened after that?" Lydia was dying to know, she was tempted to summon Beetlejuice right now, but she signed an agreement with Juno that she wouldn't.

"That's all for story time right now little lady" And with that Old Bill grabbed his gardening tools and left, leaving a curious Lydia.

The whole way home Lydia couldn't help but think she really needed to talk and see Beetlejuice now. Ever since she first saw him in that Mirror she always knew they would become best friends, even though he was gross and smelled really bad. Though what else could you expect from a dead guy?

When Lydia got home no one was there, instead there was a message on her answering machine.

"LYDIA! I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID WITH MY KEYS! IF YOU FIND THEM CALL ME!" Did she seriously leave her keys? Lydia looked through every draw every hook before noticing her keys were in the lock on the basements door.

This is my chance thought Lydia.

She turned the keys and took them out. Maybe if I keep them and say that she really did loose her keys, I can get in the basement whenever I want. The door to the basement opened. It was dark and she couldn't find the light switch, which caused her to fall down the stairs. But the good news is, she found the light switch!

The lights flickered on and casted a glow along the huge basement. She walked around and then saw a white curtain in the shape of her mirror. She ripped off the curtain to find her mirror. Underneath her mirror were small engravings, with the initials BJ + LD= BFFLS. Seeing that her heart broke, it's been forever since she spoke to Beetlejuice.

"Beej?" Lydia whispered into her own reflection. "Common! You got to be in there somewhere. You can't leave the house. And don't tell me your sleeping!"

"Thought cus ya never came. You didn't want nothing to do with me." Came a gruff reply. The thought tore Lydia's heart out of her chest.

"No! I would never leave you BJ were best friends." Lydia pleaded. "Just come to the mirror so we can talk. I have to see you, it's been forever."

"And why was that exactly" Said Beetlejuice appearing into the mirror. His face looked cold, the kind of look he puts out when he doesn't want to show he has been hurt. She now knows the reason to why he acts cold towards people, he is afraid to care. But he accepted her right away right? How long exactly had he been watching her before he got her to call him out? Was she just a con to get out into the real world? Then did he realize she was okay and start hanging out with her?

"Lydia thought that I shouldn't have anything of my mothers. She took apart my room. Turned it pink, luckily she forgot about that and I put it all back together, but she took the mirror away, that's why we are in my basement and not my room." She saw his eyes soften, the deep green turned lighter and more yellow. A half smile appeared among his face.

"How did convincing good old Delia to let Ya back down here babes?" Good. Her friend was back. Maybe now she could get to the bottom of what happened six hundred and something odd years ago.

"I didn't. I snuck down here. It took me forever though. How many days until you're free? I need to go to the Neitherworld and see everyone. It's so boring here." Lydia complained and went on about how no one wanted anything to do with her, Claire was getting worse by the minute. And how Claire threw Potatoes at her and the whole school just laughed.

"That rotten witch! I'll set her damn straight. She's gonna wish she never got between my babes and the Ghost with the most. LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT I TELL YA!" Beetlejuice screamed and tugged on his hair spitting and yelling in rage, steamed started rolling out of his ears fogging up the glass in the mirror. Normally he doesn't get this worked up about Claire, maybe it was just the fact that he was going stir crazy? Or did he really care about her that much. Oh I hope it's the second. Wait did I really just say that? I'm not… no that's crazy. He's my best friend. And he's 600 years old and HES DEAD!

"I can't let you out Beej. Your still in trouble."

"HA! Right kid. You never got the memo; I'm off the hook. Not hanging with ya and being stuck in my house all the time annoyed me and Juno's Dailey visits were my only entertainment. I annoyed the Shi… sorry I annoyed the bananas out of her."

*On the T.V show Beetlejuice called Delia a bitch. I thought I would include his dirty mouth

"Really!" Lydia couldn't contain her excitement.

"But babes, no offence we both been stuck in our worlds, but can I hang in yours today?" His pleading eyes begged her to say yes.

"Sure, I just have to ask you something, and I need you to be completely honest with me. No lying or fingers crossed behind you back." Lydia thought this would be the perfect time to talk about what happened to Beetlejuice all those years ago.

"Wow. Sure Lyds, gosh. You sound serious. What's up? Need another trip to show you are the opposite of ugly? I'm not saving you from the beast again."

"No. It's not like that. It's about you. Old Bill the grave keeper person told me what happened before and after you died." With that Beetlejuice went stiff, his eyes went dark his grin turned to a frown and he looked evil. Well beyond evil.

Well what do you guys think so far? This is about 7 pages on word. I worked extremely hard. Please review! ~zozo890~