Michael Jackson | Imagines

Rehab

DISCLAIMER: this is only an imagine | MENTIONS: drugs/pills/addiction

- the pills michael consumes are very hard pills. it's not a typical pain relief medication, it's strong due to the burn on his scalp.

*in this story, you and michael are both world famous, both struggling with an addiction.*

November 15th, 1989

Y/N'S POV

The night was cold. The fall leaves began falling to the ground as I walked into the hotel lobby. I just finished a show for the first time since my rehab meeting. A little backstory, I've struggled for years with my addiction to alcohol. Anytime I drink, I would act erratic, especially to my husband Michael.

Michael struggled with pain killers ever since the Pepsi commercial incident. At first it was only prescribed, and then Michael started turning to them to be able to function. We both finally agreed to attend rehab. Michael promised me he would go on his days off.

So far, I've been three months sober. Michael's been describing to me how rehab has changed him. It was a great decision for the both of us. We both didn't want to end up as "that" Hollywood couple who both overdose.

As I walked down the hallway to Michael and I's shared hotel room I felt extremely overwhelmed with happiness. I performed for the first time without any alcohol in my system... let's just say I didn't forget the lyrics this time.

I open the door and take my shoes off, calling for Michael.

"Michael! Are you here?" I asked loudly throughout the room, I hear silence.

"Michael?" I kept repeating, i pear open to the bedroom door to see the lamp on and Michael lying there sprawled out on the bed in his pajamas.

I smile and walk in, and then my smile slowly faded into a worrier expression. He was silent and asleep, yet he looked unnatural..

"Michael!? Hello?? Are you alright?" I kept desperately repeating. Once I moved his arm he quickly snapped out of whatever deep sleep he was in and his eyes shot open to see mine.

He looked at me up and down as his chest moved up and down. "Y/n w-when did you get here?" He questioned, i looked at him and furrowed my brows. "Like a few minutes ago, are you alright?" I asked him.

Michael nodded slowly and sat up looking at the tv. I sat next to him and rubbed his arms watching the television with him.

He suddenly felt tense and got up "I'm gonna go get some water..." i looked at him and watched him leave. What is wrong with him?

I got up and walked in the kitchen seeing him sitting down looking very guilty. I squint my eyes and sit next to him. "What's wrong with you? You haven't even seen me. You didn't even ask how the concert went." I frowned

Michael froze and slightly smiled, still barely speaking. I heard him sigh and get up to walk in the living room.

My confused look turned into a look of anger and betrayal. The way he was asleep, not responding, not looking me in the eyes. I know what's wrong.

I stand in front of the living room tv crossing my arms

Michael looked at me furrowing his eyebrows, still looking guilty. "Y/n can you please move" he quietly asked