𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

"You poor thing." • 𝖡𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾

"NA-NA-A-BOO-BOO! YOU CAN'T CATCH ME!" Y/n  loudly laughed as she quickly jumped over a fence, dodging the police officers hand before she can catch her. "Losers!" She shouted, turning around and putting her thumbs in her ears while waving her hands and sticking her tongue out as a child would do to tease someone.

But that's what y/n was, a child who needed proper love and affection, but everyone was too scared to give her that as she was "crazy" and "out of control". So she used pills, syringes and alcoholic drinks as her comfort.

"Fucking slowpokes. They'll never catch me." Y/n said, looking back as she ran with a smirk on her face, that was until she clashed into another body, causing her to fall onto the ground.

"Ouch..." she groaned, rubbing the side of her head to hopefully bring some relief to the pain. She looked up to see who she had ran into, her eyes widening when she saw her ex girlfriend standing in front of her with a disappointed look on her face, a gun aiming right towards the center of her head.

"Whoa whoa whoa, put the gun down, Bey, I know you don't want to hurt me!" Y/n said, putting her hands up to show her surrender. Beyoncé sighed, "you're right, I don't. But I have no choice. Y/n, do you see how far this [drugs] has taken you? You're ruining your life!" Beyoncé frowned.

Y/n's eyes watered as she heard the disappointment in the older girls' voice. She hated disappointing people. The feeling sucked.

"I-I'm sorry..." y/n said, barely above a whisper. Beyoncé shook her head, "sorry is not enough, y/n. We're gonna have to take you to the hospital."

Y/n rigorously shook her head. The hospital. She hated the hospital. She hated the large and loud machines, the smell, the people in white coats and surgeon mask-she hated it all. She wasn't going to go there. Absolutely not.

She got up from her spot on the ground and began to run , but Beyoncé caught her before she could fully book it. "We have no choice, y/n. This is for your own good." Beyoncé calmly whispered in y/n's ear while hugging her close to create some sort of comfort for her.

However, y/n continued to fight. She kicked her legs and moved her body, but Beyoncé was trained for this. She continued to hold y/n in a tight grip until she got tired and slowly but surely fell asleep.

The other police officers came over to the field that Beyoncé and y/n were on and quietly put handcuffs on her. After, Beyoncé took y/n and brought her to her police car.

Beyoncé looked at the younger and broken girl she use to date. She stroked her cheek, feeling sympathy for her. "You poor thing." She whispered before kissing her temple and closing the door. She sighed as she got in the drivers side of the car and cranked it up. She looked at y/n one last time through the review mirror before speeding off to the prison, where y/n would spend the next 20 years of her life in.