Be My Peace

Bebe's P.O.V.

He stood over me as I struggled to breath. Fingers quickly getting tighter and tighter untill I was digging my nails into his hands. Drool falls down my chin mixing into the tears that cover my face. I tried to scream, to beg but the words wouldn't escape my lips. No sound would leave my mouth as I felt myself slowly begin to suffocate.

Soon my eyes flood open and I launch into a sitting position in my bed. Breathing heavily I reacher to my side table to grab my cup of water and drink greedily as if I hadn't seen water in months. For a moment I just sit steal rubbing my temples to ease the head ache that's formed, then I stand and head into my bathroom to cut on the shower. I strip off my sweat soaked t-shirt and step into the steam. Letting the heat soak into my bones, relaxing my anxiety, bringing me back to reality. 'I'm ok' I think, 'It was only a dream.'

Standing in the heat for a while I thought about what my sister said last night. ~You can't treat every guy that shows interest in you like crap, just because of one dude. Your gonna end up alone!~ I laugh to myself. 'Ending up alone wouldn't be the end of the world. I'm doing pretty well on my own.' I stare at my feet for a bit and let the water run over my now tangled curls for a while. Then start to wash my body so I could get ready for work. I work as a curator at a museum downtown, but really I'd rather paint all day. A sigh escapes my mouth before I realize and I decide I've had enough of the hot water. Grabbing my towel I step out onto the cold marble floor and over to my mirror. I rub the fog away with my hands and let my towel fall to the floor to look my body over. I have a large scare running down my back that is now slightly red from the heat of the shower. "Hopefully it won't leave a permanent scare," I mumble as I struggled to put cocoa butter on my back to sooth the redness of the wound.

Then I stretch and walk back into my room to find an outfit for the day. Some black leggings paired with a white tank top, black suit jacket and some black open toed wedges is what I decide on. Simple but still cute. Then I walk back to the bathroom now that the mirror has cooled and put my hair in a messy curly bun to apply makeup. "Alexa, play my relax playlist." 9 by Willow Smith comes on and I start humming as I lightly apply some eye liner and dark purple lipstick. I look myself up and down then give myself a smile and leave for my kitchen to make a sandwhich. Watching the time as I go as the slow Melody floats through the house, relaxing my nerves even more. Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I sit and sip while I eat my Pb&J. Soon I find myself staring at the cracked mirror on the wall. Until my cup is empty and my sandwich is gone, then with a bit of a dark mood trying to set in I shake my head and stand to grab my shoes, tie them tightly around my ankles and pick up my purse and phone, heading out for the day.