When Will I See You Again
Part 2 to “Goodbye for Now...”
Delia: I can sense a depressing energy coming off of you.
Lydia: And? I’m always depressed.
Delia: The energy is different this time. What’s wrong?
Lydia: He hasn’t written to me yet.
Delia: Oh, Lydia. I’m sure he will! He’s probably just busy.
Lydia: Well apparently he’s been too busy to write me a letter for 8 months. Honestly, at this point I’m starting to think that.... that he’s not coming back at all. *starts to tear up*
Delia: Lydia, no! Don’t say that! You don’t know that. Maybe they’re having mail issues?
Lydia: Or maybe he can’t come back and he doesn’t know how to tell me and then we can never talk again- *puts her head on the table*
[A flame appears in midair in front of Lydia revealing a black envelope that falls in front of her]
[Lydia lifts her tear stained face, shocked to see it]
Lydia *she smiles wiping her tears*: Beetlejuice!!
Lydia *reading it out loud*:
I know this letter’s late and I can already hear your frustraited screams because you wanted me to write to you so shut up. Anyway I really miss you kid. Working here at the Netherworld has had its ups and downs. Mostly downs. Literly all I’m doing is showing newlydeads around and giving them a tour. I’m basicly doing my mother’s job. Don’t get me wrong, I love bursting into song to explain to people about the fact that they’re gonna spend an eternity in the darkest and emptiest place and that they’re gonna be lonely for the rest of their (dead) lives and I get to sing it cheerfuly to give them false hope so they don’t try to go back to earth before they’ve gone through the security door, but it gets old after you’ve done it for thousands of people. And the biggest downside of being here is that you’re not here so I get very bored. I miss creating chaos and comiting arson with you. Right. I should probably get to what you’ve been wanting to hear. Well, honestly, there’s been so many signs that have pointed towards no, like the biggest one being this lady Miss Argentina telling me that I’m going to have to stay here forever to compleetly take my mom’s job because I killed her. Honestly I shouldn’t have even written this letter if there’s no s̶̷h̶̷o̶̷w̶̷ t̶̷o̶̷ c̶̷o̶̷m̶̷e̶̷ b̶̷a̶̷c̶̷k̶̷ t̶̷o̶̷ way I can come back now. I guess I’ll just suprise you when I come home. Even though Miss Argentina says I need to take my mom’s place and become the ruler of the Netherworld. You’d think I’d be interested in becoming the ruler of the Netherworld. Can you imagine? All that power! Actually it sounds very enticing. Okay I better go. I got another batch of newlydeads to entertain. Have fun trying to figure out if I’m coming back or not. Byeeeeee
Lydia: THAT LITTLE SON OF A-
Delia *scolding*: Lydia!!!
Lydia: He’s purposely trying to confuse me! He can’t just leave me wondering if he’s coming back or not!! I have to know!!
Delia: If he wrote “Have fun trying to figure out if I’m coming back or not,” then wouldn’t that mean he’s most likely coming back?
Lydia: Yeah you’re probably right. But still, I want a definite answer.
Delia: He’s not actually going to take over as ruler of the Netherworld, right?
Lydia: No, that’s not him. As much as he has a lust for power, he knows it’s not filling. He realized that after I killed him. And you know it’s just like people say, “Money can’t buy you happiness.” Sure, you’ll be happy at first, but eventually you’ll become empty and depressed. Besides he told me before he left that he hates the Netherworld. He told me exactly what I had felt when I went to the Netherworld. It’s dark, depressing and empty.
Lydia: Wait, he wrote something at the bottom. How did I not see that?
Hahahahahaaaa!! I can already hear your confused screaming from here! Anyway I wrote the answer on the back.
Lydia *to herself*: I wasn’t screaming you self absorbed idiot.
Also I know I have bad grammar and spelling so shutup. What? It’s not like there’s a spell check when I’m writing these letters.
[Lydia flips the letter over]
I talked to Miss Argentina more about going back and she kept insisting that they all needed me, (that’s a first) but then she started feeling bad and said that they’ll try to find someone to replace me. Guess my sexy looks got to her. Anyway I’m pleased to tell you that… I’m coming back!! :) I’m coming home. Funny thing about the word home. My mom always said that the Netherworld is my home and that I needed to come back to it. The thing is, even though I’m “home” now and even though things have been nice here, it doesn’t feel like home. I realize now that home isn’t really a place that you have to live in whether you want to or not. It’s where you feel most wanted and acceppted. It’s where you want and acceppt the people surounding you. It’s where you belong. It’s you guys. Anyway, I’ll be back April 8th. Yes this year. Well technicly next year it just feels like it’s this year. 2022. Until then, hang in there scarecrow. Look! I got that sentence gramaticaly correct! Anyway give everyone except your dad my love. See ya soon! Byeeeeeee
Lydia *hugging her*: Delia he’s coming back!!!
Delia: That’s great news!!! We should celebrate when he returns!
Lydia *jumping up and down*: Guys!! He’s coming back! He’s coming back!!
Adam: That’s wonderful! As much as I hate getting harassed by him, I do miss him every once and a while.
Barbara: That’s great, Lydia! Now you have something to look forward to! When is he coming back?
Lydia: This coming April!
Lydia *smiling*: It feels so far from now, but all that matters is that he’s coming home.
