Beyonce
All night I thought about what kelly asked me about why didn't I help her she had a point why didn't I do more to help her if I did do something maybe it wouldn't have happened in the first place, so I'm the reason she's in this pain I'm the reason she's making herself crazy. If I was in her shoes she would've helped me she would die for me I know it why can't I be the same good friend to her like she is to me I'm supposed to be her sister and I let her down.
"I'm sorry" I said aloud
"Don't worry I don't hate you" somone said I looked up and it was Shawn he's always around me somewhere.
"She hates me" I said sitting up
"She's just taking her anger out on you to hide who she's really mad at" he said
"But she's right I could've done more to help her and I didn't" I said, why didn't I do more? What could I have done to stop it.
"only you can make it right' he said and gave me a look.
"Fine I'll go talk to her"
"Thank you"
"Don't thank me yet"
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The Help
FanfictionBeyoncé is 25 years old she lives with her two best friends Michelle and Kelly when Kelly starts having night terrors and anxiety attacks because of what happened to her bey calls him for help before her friend gets worse.
