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“Your invisible when your me,
There's no way to see my truth,
If they could look up and see,
Hey, Somebodys on the roof”.
She sang under her breath, swaying as she climbed the stairs. Once again, she was invisible. She was the stupid teenager, among a house of adults, overlooked by all. She felt alone, in the world of the ordinary. Even for ghosts, Barbera and Adam were ordinary, liking pottery and sculpting. She missed her friend, of green hair and striped suit. The window from the attic to the roof squeaks as it's pushed open, the attic itself empty of the maitlands. It was a warm august evening, the sun setting over the horizon. Lydia sat at the edge of the roof, swinging her legs, breeze blowing her hair. Tears dripped down her face, landing on a photo album in her hand, staining the page.
“Your invisible when your sad,
Clocks tick and phones still ring,
The word carries on like mad,
But nobody sees a thing”,
She stands, climbing up the roof to the top of the chimney. No smoke rose from the depths, leaving it the perfect moping spot. Her finger traced the edge of the brick, mapping out the red stone. She lay on top of the chimney, gazing up at the stars appearing in the sky.
“Stars, infinite reminders of how small we are in the world”. She muttered, resting her head on the photo album. Orion's belt twinkled in the sky, as if winking back at her.
“Fuck you stars”. She closed her eyes, thinking of days gone by. Of mischief made and havoc wreaked.
“Whispers behind their hands,
Lost for kind word to say,
Nobody understands,
And everyone goes away”
She picked at the edging of the roof, plucking a beetle from the gutter. The little black thing scuttled around her hand, before flying off into the sky. Away into the world.
“I wonder what it would be like. If I just jumped”, She whispers, glassy eyed.
“The world would be rid of strange and unusual”. She stood, spreading her arms, feeling the breeze in her fingers.
“Beetlejuice”.
She stepped forward. Right to the edge of the gutter.
“Beetlejuice”,
She turned, looking up to gaze at the stars. She closed her eyes, the stars imprinted in her mind. Thunder rumbled. She tipped backwards.
“Beetlejuice”.