Chapter Ten: "Pull Through…Please

Chapter Ten: Crossing the Line

Have you ever noticed how different colours can make you feel different emotions? Imagine you are in a room; everything in this room is the same colour, the same shade, the same texture. When you change the colours you feel differently don't you? Yellow can make you feel happy, but then blue can make you feel sad or cold. Purples and reds can make you feels warm or energetic. But in our case, in this case, the colour, our colour is not blue or yellow, white or even brown. Our colour is black. Now this colour makes you think of a lot of things doesn't it? Things like: night time, shadows, funerals, and death.

Well, for Beetlejuice, as he lay in the dark, engulfed by the blackness around him, seeing no colour but what little he could make out inside Lydia's bedroom through the floating mirror, he felt drained. Emotionally drained; drained of life, drained of will power, drained of hope and drained of the ability to care about anything.

"Damn," He breathed, slowly raising a hand slowly to wipe over his mouth as he tried to think. Never again would he let a women worm her way into his brain. "It's all in your head..." this is what he told himself as he closed his eyes wearily. "It's all in your head…" over and over again. She was just some girl; there was no attachment. This wasn't love; this was some kind of infatuation. His explanation for this was that love doesn't exist. He'd never find someone to love or who would love him. The every idea of it, it was ridiculous. He didn't love.

'It's not love you idiot. You've never been in love! She's just some girl you never should have fucked with!'

Beetlejuice exhaled roughly. Never have he felt this much frustration. He wanted to scream, punch something, anything to get his anger out, but he didn't move. He remained on the laying down, mentally paralyzed, unable to get up. Until the sound of a yawn came to his ears; but he did not yawn. Forcibly raising his head Beetlejuice looked over at the mirror just passed his feet. He blinked a few times before forcing his body to roll over and stand up, which took quite a bit of effort.

He walked over to the mirror, placing both hands on either side. His eyes focused on the happenings inside the room just beyond the glass.

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Lydia groaned loudly slamming a hand down on her alarm clock next to her bed. Rubbing her eyes she yawned and sat up in her bed. The tank top she was wearing had fallen off one of her shoulders and was revealing the top curve of her right breast.

Beetlejuice swallowed hard looking in on her. His eyes were focused on her body. The perfect creation he had been holding not long ago and that was now out of reach to him. His eye drifted to her face, her young, sweet, beautiful, and innocent face. Beetlejuice growled in anger at the glass between him and his angel. He wanted it to just break. With that he started screaming her name and beating his fists against the glass. His eyes stared through the mirror at her.

'Fuck!' He thought. 'I do love her…'

Lydia lifted her head yawing again. Her eyes popped open. In the back of her head she heard a voice, small, quiet and pretty much incoherent. She looked around in confusion. Pushing herself out of her bed and stretching a bit more, Lydia blew off the idea of the voice and went back to her morning routine and slowly found clothes to wear for the day.

As disappointed as he was Beetlejuice did indeed enjoy the view the mirror gave him. Eyes glued on her as she stripped off her top and pants down to nothing. Beetlejuice could feel his mouth dry up and his already lose fitting pants tighten at the exposure of her skin.

"Fuck." He groaned aloud. This really was punishment. His mouth hung open and his eyes wandered over her body slowly, remembering how it all felt when he had her in bed. How it felt to be tangles in her limbs and how good her sweat and breathing felt on his cold skin. A sharp shiver went down Beetlejuice's spin and he grunted as he ground his teeth together.

Her skin was so perfect. Its flawless pale colour seemed to glow in the sun light coming in through her curtains. Beetlejuice had never held anything as soft and smooth as her skin. She was so young and beautiful, which made him ask himself what would she want with someone as old, ugly and disgusting as he was? And as much as he wanted her, he couldn't deny that he all that he thought.

Lydia could feel eyes on her, as if she were being watched from somewhere in her room. It made her uneasy and she looked around but still saw no one. Beetlejuice noticed this and started to beat frantically against the mirror's glass surface. In hopes to get her attention he tried to tell her name again. Lydia heard the voice in the back of her head and dropped the shirt she had been holding.

"Hello?" She asked quietly. Lydia scrunched her eyebrows, baffled about why she was hearing voices. Her mind did a flip and her lips moved slowly. "Barbra? Adam?"

Beetlejuice pouted and leaned his head on the glass. Those two… He longed for her to remember him, longed for her to say his name. Beetlejuice closed his eyes and could hear her voice in his head; her soft voice whispering his name. She had the voice of an angel; a voice that could stop a heart from beating; a voice like liquid lightening going through your blood. It was so soft and innocent, caring and sweet, but still quick tongued and somewhat stubbornly toned.

"Say my name babes!" He demanded against the glass, condensation forming in a puffy little cloud.

Lydia picked up her shirt again and slipped it on over her head. Beetlejuice watched her dress, watched her hide her body from him. His nails ran down the glass causing an ear shattering wail. A low growl burbled from his throat and he roared loudly as he punched the glass a few times in anger.

"Fuck! Remember me! LYDIA!" His voice rang out as loud as it could possibly go. His eyes began to glow brightly in the dimness of his prison. Beetlejuice's anger boiled up inside of him. Still pounding at the unbreakable glass he continued to scream and swear. Forcing himself from the mirror and the sight of Lydia walking out of her room Beetlejuice seized his hair, pulling on it hard while screaming like some sort of blood thirsty savage.

"GRRRRAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!!"

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Lydia slunk down stair into the kitchen, its dark odd fixtures matching her mood. Her step mother, Delia Deetz sat at the kitchen table waiting for her coffee maker to beep.

"Lydia, are you feeling ok?" She asked as Lydia walked in looking paler than normal and on the verge of crying. "You look so white." Lydia looked up at her step mother.

"I'm fine." She answered opening then soon after closing the fridge finding no food to eat. Lydia decided she wasn't hungry after all and started to walk out of the kitchen before Delia said,

"Since its Saturday I was thinking you should spend the day outside. You've been hoped up inside for too long. It's not all that health."

"Yeah…sure…" Lydia said with a frown. She started to head back to her for her coat.

"Good morning pumpkin, how are to today?" Lydia's father asked coming down the stairs as she was going up.

"Just hearing voices is all, but nothing new." She grunted stomping passed.

"That's great honey…I think…"

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Lydia grabbed her coat and left. She got outside and was met with autumn's icy personality. Cold air hit her face, the rush of cold air made her lungs freeze. The air was cold, it was windy, the sky was grey with cloudy; Lydia wondered why Delia wanted her to come outside when it was more uneventful than being inside.

Lydia dragged her feet as she walked down her driveway slowly. She put her hands in her pockets and hung her head. Thinking on the voice she had heard…if it was really a voice or her imagination. She couldn't have just been hearing things. It had to be real.

Lydia walked along the side of the road. She sighed deeply and closed her eyes in thought. Why had she suddenly started hearing voices? Was it even a voice? Or was it just her imagination?

In front of her up the street and getting louder Lydia heard a loud racket of teenage girls giggling. Lydia groaned dreading the stares and awkward silence that would come when she passed them. Lydia was used to the stares and rude remarks she got around people. They didn't know her though, didn't grasp the concept of being your own person. They were followers to the core, like sheep being lead by a Shepard. Doing what they were told to do, to wear, how to act, and who to like and who to hate.

As Lydia approached them she looked away from them. Their laughs died down quickly and the girls separated to let her pass. God forbid that people would ever go near the living dead girl named Lydia Deetz. Lydia frowned; she could feel their eyes on her back. They stood to stare at her, Lydia could tell by not hearing their foot steps anymore. But from the group of girls she knew from school snickers and incoherent whispers drifted to her ears. Lydia lowered her head even more, her eyes tightening shut as she walked to stop them from disobeying her. She would not cry around those people. None of them would ever see her crying.

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Lydia closed the door to her room and leaned her back to it. Her head dropped to her chest and she sighed heavily. Tears slowly escaped her eyes and ran along her cheeks and dripped off of her chin to land on the floor in tiny puddles.

"I'm so alone…"She breathed quietly sliding down to sit against the door.

'You're never alone babes…' Lydia's head shot up.

"Hello?" She asked out loud. Was she really hearing voices?

'I'm with you…'

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Beetlejuice sat attentively waiting for Lydia to return back to her room. He watched the door for her form, listening for her voice. Finally after about an hour of waiting she came back into the room looking more upset than she had when she left earlier this morning. She was upset, more so than he had seen her in a long time; crying and hurt. He felt his stomach start to turn, wanting to eat its self.

Beetlejuice sighed cringing at the urge he had to hold her in his arms. He ran a hand through his filthy blond hair. "Lydia…" He breathed against the glass and reaching his hand out to her but couldn't get to her at all. The glass was cold, as was he. Beetlejuice scrunched his face into a sad and yet angry expression.

"I'm so alone…" He heard her whisper. His dead heart lurched inside his chest, breaking with the words she had just said. 'You silly girl! I'm right here. You're never alone.'

"You're never alone babes…" He said resting his head on the mirror frame. "I'm with you…"

At his quiet words Lydia's head had shot up in surprised. Beetlejuice stared at her in bewilderment. Has she heard him?

'Hello?' Lydia's voice was nervous and she sounded unsure of what she had heard if she had heard anything at all. Beetlejuice's spine stiffened, praying that she had heard him. Swallowing hard and exhaling against the glass he asked directly,

"Lydia…can you hear me?" Her crossed his fingers and waited for her to other answer or for her to not. Shaking and scared of what would happen he watched her closely.

Lydia too was shaking and scared. She wondered who was talking to her. It was a male voice but not one she knew. It was too rough to be Adam's. Curious but mostly just afraid, Lydia stood up. "Who are you?" She asked slowly eyeing each corner of her room.

She had heard him! Beetlejuice slammed his fist into the mirror in excitement. He thought for a moment…

How could she hear him and talk back? How could this be a punishment? He could see her, talk to her. He paused and lowered his head realizing how it was punishment…

Lydia didn't remember him…

Didn't feel for him as he knew she had before…

Didn't know his name…

'Who are you?' It rung in his head, the painful sting of those words ripped at his dead heart.

Lydia… "I can't tell you my name…" Beetlejuice sighed watching her. Why had he said that? He said it because he loved her. He didn't want her to remember all the things he did to hurt her and her family. As heart breaking as it was for him, he wanted her to have a better life than anything she could ever have with him. Beetlejuice knew he'd never have her again but he didn't want to give her up entirely. He needed her. She kept him sane. Beetlejuice had never felt love and now that he had he couldn't go through his afterlife without her as at least a friend.

'Why not?' Beetlejuice closed his eyes tightly; having Lydia hate him once was painful enough, he didn't want to make her hate him all over again. Not again.

"I just can't. Just know Lydia…you aren't alone. There's someone looking out for you."

'Why can't you tell me who you are? How do you know me?' Lydia sounded worried and scared. Her position gave that away easily. Her feet were planted close together on the floor, her hands were folded together against her chest, and her facial expression resembled a lost little child, scared of what monster was locked away somewhere in her room.

"Don't worry, I knew your friends Barbara and Adam." He said trying to get her to look less paranoid. Beetlejuice didn't lie when he said this; he just never said how he knew them. Sighing lightly he added, "I'm not going to hurt you. There's no need to be scared of me."

Lydia shook her head. She had to be crazy. "No, you're just my imagination right? I'm over stressing myself."

'No you're not. I'm really here.' The voice said in her head.

"Where are you? How can you be talking to me? Who ARE you?" Lydia asked frantically. Her eyes wondered around, confusion clouded her mind.

'It wouldn't matter if I told you who I was…'

"Why?" She asked.

'Because you will never get to meet me in person… At the most…all you will know of me is the sound of my voice.'

"So I am alone…"

'No. I'm still here to talk to you when ever you need it. I'll never leave you unless you ask me to go.'

"Why are you here? Are you just a voice? Can you see me? Why can I never see you?" She asked feeling a little less frightened.

'I can't answer that now sweet heart. I don't think I'm allowed to. It's for the same reasons as why I can't tell you my name.' The Council would kill him for good if they knew he told her his name; but they must know that he was talking to her. It is an imprisonment, there had to be a guard, something to keep him from doing that. Although he had seen nothing or the kind yet; and he had almost smashed his brains out on the ground a few times now.

Even if there was no one to stop him from telling her who he was, there was himself. He was not going to tell her.

"If you must call me something, call me BJ." He smiled when he had said this; remember when Lydia nicknamed him that.

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Beetlejuice sighed. Why he was being go calm he didn't know. Why he was being so sincere and kind he didn't give a shit. He wanted her to be happy and if it was without him, than so be it.

And whatever that was causing him to hide what he knew from her at this moment, he didn't know. What he wanted to do was to tell her everything, his name, their past together, what happened in the Neitherworld…

But he knew he couldn't. It would make her hate him whish he couldn't have happen. He hoped talking to her would make her remember something but he doubted that though... and inside he didn't want to remember all the pain he had caused her. She was a child; she didn't need to go through that again. She didn't need to have gone through it the first time. Beetlejuice cursed himself for ever thinking it was a good idea, for ever thinking it up in the first place. He wouldn't be here now if he hadn't…

Then he was glad he did somehow. Getting to see her, meet her again. Maybe get her to like him a little more than he had before. He knew this wouldn't happen of course, but he liked tricking himself into thinking it might.

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Juno sat at her table drumming her nails on the desk thinking about how long it takes for one fucking letter to be sent and replied to. The rhythmic drumming of her fingers filled her little office easily. For once the small room was clean and the paper work that once filled it was neatly filed and put away. Her impatience was slowly growing as the minute hand on the wall clock ticked by. Juno rubbed the bridge of her nose. 'The Neitherworld mail is as slow as the one back in the real world,' She though to herself.

Finally there was a knock at the door. "Come in!" She called out. The door opened and a ghost with a mail bag walked in and up to her desk. He dug out a sealed envelope from his bag and handed it to her, tipped his ugly blue hat he left, closing the door behind him.

Juno waited for the door to click close before grabbing a bone letter opener from the corner of her desk and ripped open the envelope and took out a single sheet of paper. She read it over a few times carefully. They were instructions. A time frame, rules, goals, and penalties… It was all written out according to behaviour, personality, and mental state. The same way instructions were written for a game. And like a chess piece, Beetlejuice was now put into play.

Juno sighed and silently apologized to the air. This was going to be interesting…

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A/N: Oh my god this is my last post from this house! I'm moving next week!!...well sort of from this house…. It was written here at 26 Hampstead Ct. Dartmouth Nova Scotia Canada. sigh but posted from my girlfriend's house. It's so heart breaking. I wish I could stop crying! Maybe you guys could review like good little readers and make me happy again!! Hopefully my next chapter will be up before September, before school and all that stuff. My day was going awesome to! Now I have no internet!! (This was posted one day later than this was written!) Just as an add-on to the a/n, sorry for this chapter being so short.

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