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12.

~NY Home~
one day later.

i woke up with the worst headache ever. i'm sure it has a lot to do with the fact that i have to go back to the prison today. it's like my heartache ran straight to my head and i'm hurting. so bad.

it's 8am and momma wants us over for breakfast so i have to get up if i wanna spend time before noon. if i'm not back at that prison by noon, they're gonna act like i'm on the run. i don't even want to deal with that shit.

i'll lose my mind.

i was laying on my stomach wit my head in my arms talking to myself to try and get up. it's not even funny the type of headache i have. the knocks on the room door even made me cringe.

"sorry. i was checking on you. are you okay?"

"i'm good. i'm about to get up."

"ok. your mom asked me to stay for breakfast if that's okay with you."

"it's fine beyoncé." i grumbled not moving. she doesn't need to see the distress on my face cause i know it's there. all i wanna do is sleep but i can't.

i've gotten so used to sleeping my days away in my cell, i have to get used to being awake more than just a couple hours a day. my days go to waste in that place.

"alright. i'm ready when you are."

i nodded waiting for the sound of the door closing before i got up. a loud groan left my throat as i drug myself to the bathroom. i'm feeling so bad right now.....like why?

after brushing my teeth i made sure i had all my stuff together to take with me. i changed back into the clothes they sent me here with and double checked my log in sheets. those can't be fucked up in the slightest way or they'll swear i changed something.

even though i'm sure beyoncé will double check it, i wanted to make sure for myself.

my hair didn't matter to me so once i threw it into a messy bun i grabbed everything and left the room. beyoncé was downstairs because i could hear the tv loudly, does it really have to be like that?

i sighed closing my eyes as i made it to the last stair. she hopped up turning it off and came to grab some of the stuff from my hands.

"you look cute."

"in prison clothes? yea, okay." i shook my head as we went out the door. we put everything inside and i leaned my head against the window as she started to drive.

i just don't wanna go back. like at all. i'm so ready to get out of that place for good. this little weekend made me realize how much i really miss my family. this is such a pain.

"is it bothering you that you have to go back?"

"of course. but it's fine." i kept my eyes closed before sighing. talking about it isn't worth it cause it's not like how i feel will be considered. at the end of the day, the day gonna end with me locked back up.

ugh that made my head pound.

i can't take any medication because the paper reads i can't take anything that i haven't been taking already. crazy cause i don't know what the fuck i've been taking! the moment i step in those doors they're doing a strip search and a piss test.