Life is really, really difficult. And despite having things like handmade quilts, Netflix, and oceans, it can be full of tragedy, sadness, and darkness. This doesn't mean the darkness wins, or even that it's more important, it means that we aren't alone in our determination to feel better and live happily. We all make mistakes, we all stumble around like nervous idiots and we definitely all get down now and again.
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You are not useless. You are not hopeless. And no matter how scared you are, you will never be alone. And deep down, somewhere, in the part of you that decided the good days and your happiness and your health were all worth fighting for, you know that, too. Hold onto that knowledge...
Solange POV
I stood outside the packed hospital room clutching my new book in my hands tight, I wasn't worried about scrunching the paper or bending the book as I stared down the white hall. Doctors and Nurses rushed as visitors came and went slowly while patients who had probably been sitting far too long finally decided to get up and go for a walk. I turned around and looked through the window in the white room door to See Her crying with my parents either side of her and the Officers and the end of the bed. Why was she the one crying? She's the one who messed this all up, she's the reason everything went wrong. I hate her. I tucked some of the hair that had escaped from my pony tail behind my ear and sniffed, the smell of the hospital making my nose run. When she was at home we were so close, she was my best friend, but then she was gone and I hated her. How could she do that to me? How could she leave me alone with no one to talk to and no one to confide in. That's why I stopped talking, not one person was worth talking to because they weren't her but then mom and dad were arguing so much and he left and they were broken, that's all her fault. If she hadn't gone out that night and got herself kidnapped then that wouldn't have happened! I wouldn't be alone.
Everything was about her from the moment she was gone, they can pretend they cared about me but they didn't. She controlled their every thought and move, so I had no competition with her when she was there but as soon as she was gone I might as well have been gone as well.
That is why I can't stand her, I don't want her back because it's all going to be about her again and I will be thrown away AGAIN, I just want her to leave and never come back because if she's gone for long enough then maybe they'll forget about her and move on. Maybe they'll fix their relationship and I know I've probably contradicted myself a thousand times and I don't make any sense but It's true. She is Evil, what good person ruins their family?
I looked through the window once again and hissed slightly as the sun glared through the room and right into my eye then looked at Her. She smiled up at mom with wide eyes, the same wide eyes she had when Dad got her first audition for a record company. She then grinned harder, her white teeth making her smile sparkle that same sparkle they always had. The dimple on her cheek popped out, it did that often when she was thinking hard about something. Then mom leaned down and hugged her, a hug I don't recall ever getting from her. Then again I've never been missing. I've never had her miss me so much that this particular hug was necessary but I almost wish I had. Dad on the other hand didn't look so impressed, his eyebrows pulled themselves close together and he rolled his eyes in annoyance before nodding at the police officers and walking around them toward me slowly. I smiled at him but he didn't smile back, he never did any more. I moved away from the door stepping backwards and he pushed it open using one hand and looked down at me confused,
"Why aren't you In their talking to your sister?" He asked, I could answer and Say that I didn't want to be too close to Satan or She Isn't my sister but that would probably cause and argument I don't want to start. And I don't want to talk to him, he never seemed interested in talking before so why now and I've never been a daddy's girl like Beyoncé, I just tolerated the man. I turned my head away from him and took a few steps to the chairs outside of her room and sat down on them. They were covered in some Blue fabric and were not very comfortable but they were better than standing up. "Solange, your going to talk at some point" He sighed and began walking down the hall toward the elevators probably to leave. Talk? I didn't need to, why would I? I wanted to be a dancer now, not that they noticed, but dancing doesn't involve talking. I also found some turntables at a friends house and found myself enjoying them, so maybe DJ-ing is something I could do. I was thinking instead of watching him because by the time I was done and looked down the Hall he was gone, probably to get a drink. Just as he was gone the two officers in the room came out and smiled down at me,
"I'm sure you could go in" The tall one with brown hair said smiling down at me, I didn't want to go in. "Cat got your tongue?" Oh god how I hate that phrase, who made that up? Why? When? Since when did cats take peoples tongues and stop them from talking? "Well we'll just be leaving, have fun with your sister" Ignorance is bliss isn't it? The two of them walked away in the same direction Dad walked away in and I sighed. I want to go home, although I'm not sure of what home is any more since we were at uncle Larry's but then we came back so are we going back or staying? I don't fucking know, I wish Daniel was here. He'd know how to make things better, he always does. He doesn't need me to talk to know what I'm thinking, he's hansom and kind and generous and I think he's amazing. My parent's don't know this but... He's my boyfriend. I'm 15 I have a right to have a boyfriend, although we've been together for almost a year now, It's a year in December. He's who I need, Not this broken family, I-
"Solange come inside here" I looked up and saw my mother standing directly in front of me, her large curls falling over her shoulders and her bright eyes staring at me. I gently shook my head and looked down from her at the cover of my book, then I heard the strange noise of something wheeling toward me and looked up into the room to see Beyonce walking as best as she could pulling the blood along and smiling at me. I turned my head away from her not being able to look at her face any longer than I already had but in no time she began talking,
"I'm sorry" She began sadly, I couldn't look at her it wasn't right. None of this was, "I missed you, I love you" She had managed to walk over to me and plant her lips on my head before walking away again.
"Solange, things will be better. We'll stay home and fix this, don't blame her. It's not her fault" Mom sat next to me and wrapped her arm around me but I just pushed it off. What was the point? It's been like this for years.
Tina's POV
"So Beyonce you'll be here for another week before your able to leave and the cops have said that Mr Carter will be held for a few days to answer some more questions but will not be allowed to see you to prevent the two of you manipulating the case, you understand? " The doctor explained as he pulled the needle out from Beyonce's arm and she smiled up at him. Gosh I missed her so much, I just wish we could leave and go to Louisiana with her instead of staying here but I know that would be unfair on Mathew and she needs her father, they've always been close. Well, this morning they weren't so happy with eachother when he refused to drop the charges on that poor boy but I sorted all that out.
"Thank you, will I be talking to the police again?" She asked him, her voice hadn't changed as much as I thought it would. I had this horrible idea that we would find her and she would be completely different, that she would be skinny and bruised and hurt and filthy but shes okay. Still very much the way she was, except for some new developments. Her breasts were never that big but they've deffinately grown along with her ass and hips, her face has slimmed out and her noes is much slimmer. Her skin is much more pale than it was and she's taller too. She's still Beyonce though, theres just something about her, something that just tells you that's Beyonce. Something beyond the way she looks
"Mama?" She chuckled looking over to me, I shook my head out of thought and smiled at her. "You listenin' to me?" She asked, I smiled down at her and the doctor fiddled with the apparatus.
"Sorry baby I was thinking" She rolled her eyes playfully and I pushed her gently,
"I said, thank you for getting Jay out of trouble. He didn't do anything wrong, honestly" she had this pleading look in her eyes, the same look a child would give their parent in hopes to convince them that they infact did nothing wrong. I remember being a little girl and my older siblings told our mother that I had broken a vase, it wasn't me. So I gave her this look, the same look Beyoncé is giving me now.
"It's fine, I couldn't let an innocent man go to jail not could I?" She smiled down to herself and the Doctor walked out of the room while Solange walked in. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that girls head, there's really no way of knowing. She looked between Beyoncé and I then sat on a chair next to the bed and opened her book up while we just watched her. Things were going to be different now, hopefully a good different.
One Week Later, November 18th
Beyoncé POV
I ran my fingers over the black fabric on the seats of the car remembering the times before. The times where I had sat in this very seat, the times when we had the roof down and my hair would fiercely blow in the wind as Angie threw her hands up. All the good times I had missed so much, I looked out of the window and saw the houses run past us, the atmosphere was cold and boring but nothing could stop me from being excited to go home. Nothing. I looked down at the clothes my mom had brought for me to change into, sweatpants, thick socks, black long-sleeve and a thick sweater... all belonging to my dad. She was afraid my old clothes wouldn't fit me anymore and didn't think I would be comfortable in hers so my dad gave her some clothes for me. The only down side was that I didn't have any shoes. The clothes were extremely baggy on me and I was sure I could fit another person in them, but the long sleeves were fun to play with. It was just my mom and I in the car, well and the medication sitting in the seat next to me in its white box. I looked forward at her and she looked back in the rear view mirror and smiled, I would have sat next to her but the passenger seat was occupied with a few boxes, I didn't know what they were for but I didn't want to cause a hassle and ask her to move it. We turned the corner and came onto the road I knew very well, home. I watched our house anticipating the moment I get to walk inside when I saw someone sitting outside on the steps of Jay's house. I looked closer and recognised it to be him, Jay.
"mom, look!" I pointed toward him and she smirked back at me.
"if it isn't Mr Jay" she laughed before looking back at me and making a kissing noise with her mouth, I laughed and rolled my eyes.
"stop the car please" I asked her, she stopped the car right outside his house and I smiled at him as he stood up.
"Beyoncé there are no shoes on your feet!" She yelled after me as I jumped out and ran toward him feeling the over sized clothes flop arround, I pulled up the sweatpants that were falling down and jumped into his arms feeling him wrap his arms around my waist.
"you okay?" I asked him not bothering to move my head from his shoulder.
"yeah, shouldn't I be asking you that?" He kissed my cheeck and I felt the blood rush to my face. I pulled away and looked into his eyes and smiled.
"I don't mind" I replied, he pulled me into another hug and rocked us both side to side.
"where are your shoes?" He loocked down at my feet as I looked down and pulled one foot on top of the other awkwardly.
"I've outgrown them" I admitted, he shook his head in disgust and picked me up bridal style making me laugh. "you don't need to carry me" I whispered as I lay my head in his shoulder and looked up at him.
"yes, I don't want your feet to get cold, wet or dirty" he whispered back, he began walking toward my house as my mom carried some things inside and my dad stood at the door.
"Jay?" I called.
"yeah" he answered
"when's your tour?" I asked lifting my head from him and placing on hand in his cheek.
"Tomorrow"
What?
Soooooop that's the end of this chapter, please comment and vote.
1) Solange? Do you think she has a right to feel the way she does? Is she over acting? What do you think about her?
2) Jay's our of Jail... how do you think Mathew is going to treat him?
3) mama Tina... she hasn't done much but how do you feel about her?
4) Jayoncé... do you like how their relationship is growing? Remember their not officially dating yet.
5) what do you think is going to happen next?
6) so this won't be comming for a while but, how will Bey become famous?