I woke up in the hospital room again, family still by my side. Did I already have surgery? I looked down and saw a scar, stitched up. Thank God. I'm alive! If I could move then I would dance! Woo-
"Little Nigger's still alive, huh?" I heard Joseph come through the door with Renee. "Oh come on, please. Don't say that to him. He's a fine young man, and you should be out in jail! You should apologize or I will put you in jail, regarding MJ's orders." I heard my dad sigh. Renee just stood up for me and I don't even know her! "I'll leave you in here." She winked at me, I blushed, and my dad walked in. "Hey." I said softly. "You got a lotta nerve to still be alive," He spoke. No hello? No are you okay? How fatherly. "I just want you to know, I don't love you, and I never have. Your just one of 9 who was talented and a man, so we kept you. If you were a girl, we would've been aborted your ass. You look like a girl anyway. You're so ugly. I hate you so-" Renee walked in, as I was crying my eyes out. "I love you so much, son." He faked. I growled at him and Renee laughed. "Here's the remote, Mr. Jackson. Oh, and you'll be spending your last month with me. I'm taking you to my house." I'd already been on there for a month? That's a plus on my side. And hey, she's a doctor! I won't mind living with her. I might actually heal. She handed me a black remote and I took it kindly. "Thank you." I said softly. "Welcome." She shot Joseph a look and he rubbed my hair with the hand I wanted to bite. "Bye-Bye." Renee left, and Joseph wiped his hand on a chair like I was some disease. "I'm gonna pull the plug now, okay?" I reached for his hand and hit it. "Don't p-p-pull it! I wanna live!" I said through choked up tears. "Fuck you, you're not a Jackson. You're Michael. And not Jackson." He said my name like I was a disease (again) and he pulled the plug.
