Just You And Me (A Michael Jackson Story)

Chapter 79: Fix My Broken Heart

Charlotte's Point of View

I can't sleep, I can't sleep, I can't sleep...I've tried, but I just can't seem to be falling asleep, is maybe because of what's been going on...*sighs*

I look to my left, and see Michael sleeping peacefully, maybe something has changed between us, I love him to death, but I'm feeling really--*sighs*, I don't even know how to explain it to myself...

There's something I've been hiding from everyone, nobody knows this about me, not even Michael...But, yes, I used to be suicidal...I used to get bullied a lot in school, and I used to cut my tights, I've tried to forget about those terrible times, but each time I think of them, I get the urge to do it again...

Well, I know I'm not going to get any sleep tonight...I sit up on the bed and rub my eyes, I think I'm going to go downstairs, you could still feel the awkwardness in the atmosphere of this room...

I put on my bathrobe and go downstairs, and sit on the couch that's right beside the window...I always believed in magical things, I didn't have a childhood, and I believe that right now, I'm building a new childhood...

I spot the North Star, the brightest star there is tonight...I close my eyes tight and say..

"Star light, Star bright, the first Star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, Have the wish I wish tonight...I wish all of this problems to be over...I want to have the old life I used to have, full of sweetness and happiness, not arguing and fighting...I know, I know, I'm the one that messed up..But..*sighs*...I just want my Michael back.." I say as a tear rolls down my cheek...

"What are you doing?" I hear a voice say from behind me...

I turn around and see Michael, rubbing his tired eyes...Shit, I hope he didn't hear my wish..

"Uh, Nothing.." I say still looking out the open window, the light chilly breeze touching my face...

"Why were you talking to yourself then?" Michael asks as he sits beside me on the couch...

"Is nothing.." I say as I keep avoiding eye contact with him "Why are you talking to me?...I thought you hated me..."

He sighs and grabs my hands, I freeze in place and by the look on my face, he let's go of my hands "I don't hate you, and I told you that...I can't hate the woman I love...I'm just disappointed.."

By his words, my hopes of getting him back start to fade away...*sighs*...

"Michael, I think I need a Therapist.." I say sighing, throwing my head back as I sigh even more...

"Why do you think that?" Michael says as he lifts up my chin..

"I-I used to be suicidal...And, I'm starting to have the urge again..." I say pulling down my pants for Michael not to see my scars, you can barely see them but I know they are there, I'm afraid of Michael seeing my scars, if he does, I think he's going to get even more angry than he already is...

"Wait...You used to be suicidal?" He says with a shocked expression "Why would a beautiful girl like you be suicidal?"

"Bullying, I used to cut because of my parents, my childhood and because of bullying..."

"Can I see your scars?" Michael asks sweetly...

He carefully pulls up my pajama pants, and I look down at my tights...Those horrible memories, and by looking at that, it makes me want to take a knife and stab myself...