DC One-shots

Guilt

(Sorry, this took so long. I hope this is good I tried my best.)

Broken glass, blood, and dead bodies were all Beyonce saw when she closed her eyes. The sound of screams echoed in her mind every second of the day; the screams only grew louder as the day went on. No matter what Beyonce did the dreams didn't stop nor did the horrid images. Eventually, she gave up on trying; she just gave up on everything. 

She was all alone now. She pushed away everyone who tried to help her; they just gave up on her as well. The only person who kept trying to help her was Michelle; she was the only one who seemed to be making progress. Still, Beyonce stayed away from everyone, and they all stayed away from her. 

Today, just like every day, was hard for Beyonce. She didn't bother getting out of bed anymore; she had no reason to. For days Beyonce stayed in bed just letting herself waste away. She never got up to eat so the woman was nothing but skin and bones now. She would be dead right now if it weren't for Michelle forcing the food down the woman's throat. 

Beyonce loved starving herself; she felt that she deserved it. Also, it made her feel something. It saved her the trouble of running a razor through her skin just to feel something. At one point Beyonce wanted to end it all; it was Michelle who kept her alive. She couldn't leave the only person she had left; it just wasn't fair to Michelle. 

Michelle was the main thing keeping Beyonce alive, she was the only thing keeping her alive. She made sure the girl was taken care of and she did all this knowing no one would do the same for her. Beyonce wanted to help her friend but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. She couldn't even help Kelly so why bother trying to help someone else? 

The thought of Kelly made Beyonce's heart drop as the image of her lifeless eyes flashed in her mind. It was the same image that would flash in her mind every time she closed her eyes. The image haunted her and drove her crazy. Sometimes she would hear Kelly's voice; it was mostly the words she said before trying to kill her replayed in her head daily. 

To other people, Beyonce was lucky to survive the crash; she was the only one to walk out of the crash alive. To be honest, Beyonce wished she was the one who died in the crash. At this point, dying was better than living; she would have peace if she were dead. 

Suddenly Beyonce heard her phone ringing. She didn't even need to look at her phone; she already knew who was calling.  She only had one number still saved in her phone so it could only be one person, the only person who still bothered to call her. 

Beyonce picked up her phone and answered Michelle's call. "Don't worry I'm still alive, you don't have to call me every morning, Chelle," Beyonce said, her deep voice filling Michelle's ears. 

The sound of Beyonce's voice calmed Michelle's heart. "Well, I just have to make sure, and calling you is how I do that. Besides, I just wanted to hear from you. Your voice calms me, hearing it just makes me feel better." 

Beyonce's stomach started churning. She didn't know if it was because of the lack of food or Michelle's tone; the woman just didn't sound like herself. "Hey, do you want to come over? You can shove food down my throat and force me into the shower if you do," Beyonce said, trying to sound happy. She knew Michelle wouldn't buy her act; she just needed to get her friend over; she felt that something was wrong and needed to know what it was. 

"Oh, I was going to do that anyway but thanks for inviting me over this time. I'll be over in a little bit and your ass better be up when I get there too," Michelle joked receiving a chuckle from Beyonce. 

Michelle hung up the phone, something she never did before. Usually, she would always wait for Beyonce to hang up. It was something so small but still, Beyonce didn't ignore it. Nothing good came from ignoring things, especially people.