Chapter 22 - by Jouley
Seal
Why did they seperate them? They didn't have to do it.. Didn't have to take Slash away from Beyonce. The girl is insane, what harm could keeping the two together bring?
I try to help, to hold, to soothe, but my affections are unwanted, something to squirm away from. Beyonce would rather curl onto her hands and knees and rock than be comforted in my arms.
It shouldn't hurt as much as it does.. Beyonce had always been a sort of child-like persona in the Heartbreak, forever clinging to her girlfriend. But despite the attachment, she had been a social creature. She never shirked away from me, especially when there was no place else to go.
Sighing to myself, I lean forward onto my own hands and knees and crawl forward, placing my cheek on the cement floor opposite the young girls face. She's got her forehead to the ground, so isn't looking at me, but I can tell she's aware of my presense for her rocking quickens.
"Bey.. sweety.. What's wrong?" I try, whispering softly to the disturbed girl.
She ignores me for a few moments, no indication she even understood what I was saying. As I'm about to give up and go sit back down, she turns her head similar to how i have mine and looks me square in the eyes.
"We hurt.." Her voice is small, confused, barely audible.
"Oh honey, where? Where does it hurt?" I ask, feeling my heart tighten as the worst case scenerio's begin to scroll through my mind.
Bey only continued to rock. "No. Others. Hurt." She looked about to cry, though I knew they would be dry tears. "From us."
I didn't understand her broken speech, but nodded as if I did. "No one is hurt.. I'm not hurt.." Then suddenly I think I understand her meaning. "You didn't hurt me.."
"Others" She replies, turning her head again so her forehead is into the floor. "We hurt others."
Again I'm not sure what she means. Beyonce wasn't a fighter, there was no way they would have ever assumed the girl was capable enough for decent entertainment. Plus, I'm sure I would have seen her, if she had been made to..
Then it hits me. Something Slash had told me when I was first put into the cell with them. I had hurt others. Was Beyonce beleiving herself to have done the things I myself had done?
But how would she know? I never told her.. I wouldn't think Slash would have told her.
Could she just know? Is it that obvious, the person I've become?
Without really being aware of it, I had begun to rock myself.. And like Beyonce, cry silent tears.