The Classic Story of a Teenage Girl

Tragic Day

Introducing Beyonca:
Hey everyone . I understand Honey doesn't talk about me much but i'm her mother , Beyonca. Now i know that you don't think that i care for my child but i don't like her being .... Whatever she thinks she is . This is a phase . It'll be going away soon But i don't appreciate how she spoke to me just now and im going to handle her before she think she run something she never did.

Moms POV:

I went and knocked on the bathroom door; she just pissed me off speaking to me like i didn't teach her any better .

There was no answer.

I knocked again, still no answer.

"Honey! Open this door right now before i beat it down. Then you REALLY getting yo ass Beat!"

Still no answer.

I hear music but it's very faint . I did see her pick up her headphone so i'll just open it myself. I got a few bobby pins and i worked my magic.
Yes i really did . Don't judge me .

I walked in the bathroom to seen something i NEVER wanted to see before! My child HANGING from the shower rod.

"HONEY!" I ran other to her and took her down quickly. "No my baby! Please wake up! Baby girl wake up! PLEASE!"

my eldest daughter , Zaria, comes in the house. She's here to visit after being married for 2 years and she's been busy to visit regularly.

Zaria : "Hey mom you home?!"

I hear her and scream from the bathroom . "Zaria! Quick call the cops! Hurry! It's your sister!"

I hear her talking to the operator and tell them our address and to hurry . She rushes to the bathroom and sees me holdin her sister in my arms crying. "She hung herself, Zaria! And all because i never listened to her." My tears started falling harder while she started to cry. "I never listened to her." I rocked back and forth with Honey in my hands as Zaria come over and sits on the floor next to us. We waited there for the ambulance to arrive and i rode her her to the hospital. Zaria followed and ran every light that we ran.

Mom: "Oh Honey , I'm so sorry."