𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝟐 (𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐀)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

Welcome to the first chapter to my sequel of STRANGER. This book will not be very long but the chapters will be, so please be bear with me. Make sure to answer all questions and be sure to comment! Your comments heavily motivate me to keep writing and give me so many amazing ideas. Go ahead and add to y'all libraries so yall don't forget🤭

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 TWO- 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

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I believe that harmonies are colors
Every time I paint it sharpens my harmony
Yesterday I tried to paint you
But the colors weren't beautiful enough
Your love goes beyond what I can say
Love,
Beyoncé

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I slightly observe my surroundings as my knee jumps. "Why am I so afraid?" I mumble to myself as I read my discharge papers. Why must my safety feel jeopardized? Im being released. I get to see my daughter and my hotel. I should be ecstatic. Instead-I'm wishing I could reverse time back to the day it all happened.

"Beyoncé?" My psychiatrist calls as I look up. "Yes?" I ask and she hums. "You're doing that thing again-where you bounce your leg. You must be anxious?" She questions. I can't find the words to answer her. Fuck. I look away from her and over at the wall as I slowly feel my breathing intensify. "Why am I not happy?" I shake my head, standing. "I think you're happy but you're just overwhelmed, that's all." She says, massaging my hand. "Is your nervousness stemmed from seeing old familiar faces?"

I shake my head, looking off. "No-I-I don't know. I'm scared." I admit. "Beyoncé if you haven't healed from those people then are you positive you won't act impulsively if you see them? I won't be able to help you anymore if you wind up back here." She explains. "We'll see when I get there."

"Now for Robyn. How are you feeling about her? Are you still-"

"Yes. I hear her voice and I see her-they took me off of my medication to see if that were the cause and it wasn't. It worsened after that-What if she isn't dead? I don't even fucking remember anything. I just want Onika." I say through tears I shake my head, crouching down. "Beyoncé, no. See? You're doing it. You're still seeing the past as the present and that isn't what this is." She speaks. "Onika is your past. Robyn is your past. Robyn is dead, honey. And Onika is out of your life. Beyoncé, soon the memories will flow back in but you and Onika had a terrible night." She says and I look down at my feet.