Love Can't Protect You Now

Chapter 2

Beyoncé's POV:

I was awoken from my slumber from someone banging on the large metal door to my room.

"Wake up, breakfast is in 15 minutes" some security guard said through the bars of the door.

I didn't know the time, which only drove me even more crazy. I was guessing it was about 7am, but by this point I was used to being woken up so early in the morning.

My back was killing me, this bed was definitely not comfortable with all the springs digging into my skin with every movement I made.

I stretched my arms and legs and sat up straight leaning my back against the cold wall. I was tired of this, I'm not crazy?! At least I don't think I am.

I got up and walked over to the toilet and done my business, then getting up and washing my hands. I appeared at my reflection through the small mirror hanging above the sink. God I looked dreadful.

I had bags under my light brown eyes, which had lost their sparkle, and my eyes looked dead. I'd lost weight, and my cheekbones were more defined along with my collar bone.

My long brown hair needed washing, but luckily I had an elastic band around my wrist which would do for now, and I threw my hair up into a messy bun.

Wispy bits of hair fell down, and framed my drawn looking face, which once glowed, but now I rarely laughed or even smiled, unless I thought about my memories with my family.

I felt so lonely, I hadn't had a conversation with someone other than a police officer or a psychiatrist in weeks! If I wasn't crazy already, then I'm certainly going crazy from the way I was being treated.

I finished washing my hands and slumped back down onto my bed, having simply nothing to do other than consume myself with my thoughts.

I brought my knees up to my chest, and rested my head on them. Thinking of the past and how wonderful my life had been.

My family weren't incredibly rich, we had just enough money to get us by, but I didn't let that bother me. I remember all the shit me and my "best friend" Kelly used to get up to who had been my best friend ever since I was eleven.

~flashback~

"Eww no Kelly, he's nasty I can't believe you did that girl?!" I said laughing at my best friend after telling me she'd fucked some dude from high school, after running into each other at the club.

"But bey, his dick...lawdt" Kelly said closing her eyes and moaning.

"Kelly stop, you some nasty hoe" I said laughing at her and clutching my sides from the stitch I had.

"Oh shut up bey, with yo virgin 'I'm waiting until marriage' ass" Kelly said poking my arm.

I gasped and slapped her hand.

"Shut up!" I said laughing some more.

We stopped laughing when the doorbell rang indicating that our pizzas were here.

I stood up and answered the door, paying the guy and giving him a tip.

We enjoyed one of our many girls nights together, eating pizzas, watching chick flicks, and just conversing with each other and enjoying each other's companies.

~end of flashback~

I smiled to myself at the memories of Kelly and I. Although she refuses to talk to me because she believes it was me who did it. My own best friend of ten years thought it was me.