How the Other Side 'Lives'
Premise: What if Lydia had gone through with suicide as she had originally planned? Here is her completed suicide note… (Though I changed her means to an end…)
Disclaimer: I do not have the rights to the movie 'Beetlejuice' (though I wish I did!!!)
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I am alone. I am utterly alone. By the time you (if anybody) read this, I will be long gone, just like everybody wanted. In my so-called life I've spent more enjoyable time with the dead than with the living. Now I get to join them. I can't bear another moment in the world of the not-yet-dead.
I was always weird and unnatural. I am sure that had I not been awoken by reality and subconscious consciousness, I would have become a precocious child prodigy. Shameless, isn't it? But I know more about 'real' than most normal, happy people. I know too much. I know how the other side 'lives,' and I want to be like them. Life is simply too menial.
As I conclude this final expression of my misery, I am standing, perched on my bedside table. After I finish in a minute I shall kick it away, leaving me hanging by a makeshift noose made of my paternal unit's obnoxious plaid ties.
Bring me to the other side.
-Lydia
