Her Saviour!

Chaper 1

~Story! Ch. 1~

I sit on my bed with Bubbles, reading some fanfiction that fans have written about me. I scroll down to try to find more, when I come across this one blog, of a person who was really depressed. I read through some of the posts and feel a tear roll down my cheek as I continue reading about this girl's struggles in life, and how depressed she is. (Michael)

I sit on my bed, thinking about what to post. Today was a long, bad day for me. I just wanted it to end. I post one more thing about the day and go on YouTube. (Hannah)

I stop reading the blog after a little while and call Steve, the security guard, and ask him to help me find out who exactly the girl was, who seemed to be running the blog on the Internet. ''Mister Jackson? I've found the girl. Her name is Hannah Thumbtzen, she's 21 years old, and she's from Gary, Indiana and she's currently living in California.'' Steve tells me. (M)

I get a message from my friend. She's been trying to get me to listen to this man, named Michael Jackson.. I think it's a woman. But anyways, he (she) sucks, so. (H)

I listen to Steve tell me more about Hannah, the owner of the blog, before standing up from my bed and telling Paul, the limo driver, where I want to go. (M)

I ignore the text. Then go on my blog. I look at some of my post, I cry a bit thinking about today. I curl up a ball and lay on my bed for a while. (H)

I get to where Steve told me Hannah lives, and I knock on the door, making sure to have my hat on, and my mask, so I won't be recognized. (M)

I hear a knock. "Just a second." I yell, my apartment is small so I know that person heard me. I walk to the bathroom and fix my make up. I open the door. "Yes?" I ask to the person standing in front of me. (H)

I look at Hannah, I'm guessing that's who answered, now standing in front of me. No freak out? Nothing? I'm Michael Jackson, this is very rare. "Are you Hannah Thumbtzen." I ask. (M)

"Mhm." I say. I finally notice that its Michael Jackson, that guy I think sounds like a woman. I really don't even care he's here, his music sucks anyways. (H)

"How're you? I found your blog on the Internet.." I say slowly, glancing around to make sure no fans have recognized me quite yet. (M)

"I'm fine, okay you read my blog Good for you, why are you here." I ask, getting annoyed at the fact that this dude is here. (H)

I listen to Hannah's tone of voice and her words, giving up. "No reason.. Nevermind." I say, turning around and heading back towards the limo. I get in and tell Paul to just take me back home. I give up on talking to her face-to-face, but I don't really give up. I have an idea. (M)

I walk back in house and roll my eyes. Why the hell was he even here, like seriously. I Walk back to my bedroom and lay on my bed. (H)

{{ Hey there! Thanks for reading my first chapter. I know the POVs are messed up. But there was no other way of righting it. So at the end of each time some one does something, the first letter of their name will be beside it. Btw I hated writing that he sounded like a girl,}}