Terror Firsthand #78: Beatrice's Ultimate Downfall

 ©Terror Firsthand is a fictional blog series that was created in 2024. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head. Photos are reenactments and dramatization. The following story is for mature audiences only. Please, do not try anything dangerous at home. 

Warning: extreme terror

Terror Firsthand: Beatrice's Ultimate Downfall

In Charlotte North Carolina getting ready for a acting casting call 

A week later, I moved. I needed to clear my head and move to a different camping location. I moved from Lincoln Nebraska to the outskirts of Charlotte North Carolina and it took me a minute to adjust to my new environment. Charlotte was nothing like Nebraska.

After settling in a remote area near the city, I fixed myself a frozen skillet meal from Benihana and then fed Big C. After that, I washed my hair and filled my hair up with straws. I reserved a spot at a nearby casting call, which was only one day away. I was also able to write two new songs for my upcoming album. 

Anyway, after doing my hair, I started watching the First Street Beatrice channel. This time, she was on a podcast called "Stayin' Stuck". I was wondering how the fu*k her broke ass got on there. I hit "Stayin' Stuck" up before and they tried to charge me $10,000 for an interview.

"Today we have on the show Beatrice Nothings, she's the former owner of First Street Hair salon and also worked for Amina DuPont at the former Grandiose Make-up Bar. How are you today Beatrice?" Asked the host Homer Rosenberg. 

"I'm fine thank you for having me." Said Beatrice. 

"So how did you lose First Street Hair, why are you stayin' stuck?" Asked Homer Rosenberg.

"The owner of The Grandiose Make-up Bar snitched on me. Y'all know what happened. I thought I already said that." Beatrice Nothings said.

"Ok, so you haven't been keeping in touch with anyone from the salon?" Asked Homer Rosenberg.

"Hell no. I didn't get along with any of them bi*ches. They all wanted me to fail the minute I walked through the door. That's my past. I lost interest in doing hair and makeup since I lost my arm and Amina's dead so I'm over that." Said Beatrice.

"So explain how you lost your arm?" Asked Homer Rosenberg.

"A nigga pushed me in alligator infested waters while we were canoeing and then told me that I could never leave him." Said Beatrice Nothings, crying on camera again. Homer Rosenberg handed her a tissue.

"And he hasn't been caught?" Asked Homer.

"No. And the nigga ran my new boyfriend away. The new nigga was going to pay for my new arm." Said Beatrice.

"I'm so sorry to hear that. Do you want a drink?" Asked Homer Rosenberg.

Beatrice Nothings (center) at the Stayin' Stuck Podcast, Homer Rosenberg (right), staff (left)

"No thank you." Said Beatrice Nothings.

"Okay so where have you been living since the eviction?" Asked Homer Rosenberg.

"I've been sleeping under a bridge." She said.

"Oh my. That's not like you to be in a situation like that. I mean you're a very smart and good looking woman. Where has Amina DuPont's clients been going since her passing? They didn't come back to you?" Asked Homer Rosenberg.

"No they did not. Vanessa Rosenberg-Gustavo took over and that bit*h started her own salon with my other ex boyfriend Pancho Gustavo." Said Beatrice Nothings.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you get the money for this interview?" Asked Homer Rosenberg.

"If I tell you, I'll have to kill you!" Said Beatrice Nothings, while laughing hysterically, trying to make light of a nasty situation. Homer started laughing.

"Ok well you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. There's no way you could be possibly still sleeping under a bridge now." Homer stated.

"Actually I am." Said Beatrice Nothings. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Beatrice was really something else. 

"So what are your plans for the weekend?" Asked Homer Rosenberg, switching the subject.

"I'm planning on getting more money so I can get a new house and I'm planning on getting a new arm soon." Said Beatrice Nothings. I didn't feel sorry for her. I don't like women. 

"Oh yeah, where are you moving too?" Asked Homer Rosenberg.

"I'm moving to Plantation, FL." Said Beatrice. "As soon as I get enough money." She said. 

Beatrice was looking really bad. She looked like she picked up a habit. She was rocking back and forth on camera like she was high on something.

"Are you okay? Are you high? And what's out there in Plantation? Why not Miami or Tampa or something?" Asked Homer Rosenberg. 

"Yeah I'm high. I've been sniffing powder." Said Beatrice with no shame. "It's money in Plantation."

"You look like you're high on more than powder. Are you sure it's not crack?" Asked Homer Rosenberg.

"Man you're asking alot of questions. You know I've been messed up since the amputation. Now you're just embarrassing me." Said Beatrice Nothings.

I was embarrassed just watching her on YouTube, but I wanted to hear the fiend talk.

"I'm not trying to overstep my boundaries or anything but you look like you need serious help Beatrice. And I don't think moving to Broward county is a smart idea. I think you should stay in Norfolk and go to a rehab. Me and my staff can help you get there today if you need us to take you. We want to get you from under the bridge and back on your feet." Said Homer Rosenberg.

"No no no..... I don't want to go to rehab." Said Beatrice, sounding like a ghetto version of Amy Swinehouse. Beatrice got up from the table and walked straight out of the studio.

Then she started talking on her channel.

"I'm not going to no fuc*ing rehab. That studio was nosey as hell I shouldn't have never went in there." She said, looking extremely ashamed. 

"Oh now look y'all. I really do sleep under a bridge and I really do smoke crack okay. I'm not getting my arm back, I'm not getting my house back, or my salon, or my boyfriend. I really don't care anymore." Said Beatrice. 

Beatrice Nothings at home 

I wanted to reach out, but like I said, I hate women. I figured if Beatrice Nothings really wanted help, she'd be smart enough to find it on her own. She had obviously switched from alcohol to something even worse. Then Beatrice took out a crack pipe and lit it up and smoked it on camera while filming herself under the graffiti infested bridge. She blurred out the crack pipe and her channel didn't get a strike. I couldn't believe she lost herself like that. It was really tragic and sad. She was in Norfolk living like she was on Skid Row in Cali or something. It was sickening. She didn't even look like her normal self.

I turned to Geraldine Lassiter's channel and she was on there with her butch lesbian wife, complaining about how she was set up for sex trafficking. I knew right then and there I wouldn't be watching The Fantastic Lash Bar or Geraldine Lassiter ever again. She was just too gay. I didn't even know she was married. 

Near Charlotte North Carolina in the hotub at the campsite 

After watching YouTube, I started exercising. I didn't really want to because I didn't want to become underweight. I just kept loosing pounds. I only exercised for ten minutes. Then I went to a Botanica in Charlotte and purchased a Santa Muerte candle. I went back to my campsite, cleansed myself in my portable blow up hotub, and got out and lit the candle under the stars and moonlight. I prayed that I would never end up in a situation like Beatrice Nothings, and that I would survive in Charlotte North Carolina, the way that I survived every where else.