Bad Habits (A Michael Jackson imagines book)

Day and Night 🌙

~Based in the off the wall era~
1979
Y/N is Serena in this imagine ♡

Y/N POV:

*BANG* I cry out in pain dropping to the floor as I see Michael tied to the chair unconscious. "HELP ME PLEASE. SOMEONE HELP ME!" Panting over and over again in panic. What am I going to do? I'm going to die. I need to get out. "LET ME OUT YOU FUCKING BASTARD, JUST LET US GO NOW. WE HAVE DONE NOTHING. HE IS UNCONSCIOUS. HELP HIM YOU DUMB FUCK!" But nothing helps. We are being tortured by some crazy ass physcopath with a gun in his hand. Blood all over the floor from the last 2 victims. There is no time left to think, we are going to die. He laughs out and points the gun against Michael's head and speaks. "Say goodbye, to your little BoYfRiEnD" "NO" I plead. "P-please sir, just let him go and you can do anything just let him go. You can keep me." He places his large fat finger over the trigger and shoots. Blood goes everywhere. "YOU UGLY LITTLE FUCK, I HATE YOU. EVERYBODY HATES YOU. WHY DID YOU DO THIS. WE DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU. I HOPE YOU ROT IN LONELINESS. YOU DESERVE NOTHING!" The last thing I hear is the click of a gun and everything blacks out.

"Serena, wake up baby it's okay" I sit up and cry realising it's just a dream.

Michael's POV:

I turn around and see tears pouring out of her eyes and she is shaking intensely. "Serena, wake up baby" she looks up and start crying uncontrollable. "It's okay, it was just a bad dream" "M-michael, your alive" She replies with her voice trembling. "Yes I am, everything is okay. Your with me okay. I love you"
"I love you too" she cuddles me tightly and drifts off to sleep.

I am so sorry that this is short but I had nothing in mind, my next one will be longer. ❤