Love Can't Protect You Now

Chapter 3

Beyoncé's POV:

It has been four weeks, and nothing had changed. My solicitor was no help, and he had no intention in getting me out of here, and said I should just plead guilty to the murders, otherwise I may have to face the death penalty.

They all still thought I was crazy, but nothing's wrong with me. I'm just a normal person.

The drugs they prescribed to me didn't really do anything, and I now had to take anger management because of all my violent outbursts which included attacking security and nurses here.

I'd been put in the straightjacket twice, just to try and stop me from harming myself and others around me. I'd tried to kill myself by slashing my wrists but that only resulted in them making my dosage higher.

The psychiatrist was of some help. I was able to get all my emotions off my chest and just vent to him. His name was Dr Elliot and he did try and help me. Him and Shawn were the only ones in this place that did believe I was innocent, and I hadn't murdered my family.

Shawn and I were inseparable, he was my friend here, and the more we talked, the more I felt comfortable around him, and I had a feeling he felt the same.

Christmas was approaching soon, and that just made everything even more depressing. I didn't want to spend Christmas here, I wanted to go home and spend it with my family, but of course that was impossible.

Just to think that a year ago, I would of been so excited to spend Christmas Day with my mother, father and sister. My mother would cook the delicious food that was to die for, my father would help her in the kitchen, whilst me and Solo being the big kids we were would have matching Christmas pyjamas, and watch Christmas movies all day.

The thought alone brought a tear to my eye, as I was trying to get some sleep on this uncomfortable mattress.

I was beginning to like my room, it wasn't much, but I'd taken a love to writing, and I wrote down all my emotions and thoughts, a bit like a diary, because it was the only thing that drove me from going insane.

I stared at the ceiling listening to the soft snowflakes fall against the window, and settle on the ground. I just wanted to be dead.

Shawn knew about my suicidal thoughts, after he found out I'd tried to kill myself. He became worried about me, and promised me that one day we would both get out of this place, and go far away.

My dreams were what kept me alive. I dreamed of being free, I dreamed of feeling the sun once again on my caramel skin, I dreamed of marrying the love of my life, and having beautiful children. I dreamed of being happy.

When will I get out of here? I didn't even know what day it was anymore. People would come and go, and I was used to the inmates here. Majority of them simply were crazy, but a small handful of us weren't.

I'd met many people here at Broodmore, there were fights every single day, it didn't even surprise me anymore. Some patients were treated awfully, they were kicked, punched, and it's said that some of the women had been raped by the doctors.

I didn't trust anyone here, not even Shawn, not yet anyway.

"Time to get up Knowles" I heard a security officer say as he unlocked my door. I had to be supervised everywhere I went now, because of my violent outbursts.

I grabbed my mothers cardigan and followed the security guard down to where the baths were.

There were six baths in one big room, two of them were already filled up with hot water.