Ever Victorious (A Michael Jackson Tale)

Leaving

Michael's P.O.V

I was frozen to the spot as I watched the pair being taken away.

My hands were shaking, my body was sweaty, I didn't know where to go or what to do.

Suddenly, I heard a burst of familiar voices. It was my mother and Janet, looking for me.

Before they spotted me I rushed round the corner into a disabled bathroom and locked the door.

I slammed my hands against the hard sink, tears stinging my eyes.

As I looked in the mirror I saw my face and hated it, an intense hatred I hadn't felt about myself in months.

What was it about me that turned everything against me? Why was it everyone I ever got close to was snatched away from me? I had just got her back and for what? To find out she was a murderer? A psychopath? A liar?

In a rage I threw my fists at the glass, punching it over and over until it shattered. Bits of glass fell in the sink and the floor. It was strangely satisfying.

Better, I thought.

I turned on the faucet and rinsed my face, trying to regain composure. The water ran with a tinge of red and I realised my knuckles were bleeding. But I didn't care.

I didn't want to care about anything anymore. I was done feeling, it just led to hurting.

I wiped my face with my sleeve, pulled open the door and stepped into the corridor, to be greeted by the only women I could trust.

"Michael what happened to your hands? Why didn't they dress them?" Katherine pulled me into a hug and it took everything I had not to burst into tears.

"Mother, don't worry. I'll be fine. Y-you should go..."

Janet put her hand on my shoulder and looked intensely at me.

"Michael, whatever is going on, you can tell us. The boys are worried about you, we're worried about you. All we've heard is rumours. We rang Jermaine, but he didn't want to talk, he was mad at you for leaving them like that. Why did you just leave, take off like that, waiting for us to find you ourselves? You didn't call or anything. We're lucky we found you in one piece... well, just"

I pulled away from them both and sighed.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. I wasn't thinking. I just want to get out of here, can we go? Now?"

I was walking down the corridor before they could argue, I heard their footsteps following quietly behind.

We walked out into the corridor, only to be thrown into the view of stray journalists that had obviously slipped or bribed their way through the hospital to get to me.

"Over here! Stat! He's here!"

I internally rolled my eyes and held up my hand to cover my face.

That was a mistake.

"YOUR HAND IS CUT, HOW DID YOU DO THAT?"

"CAN YOU TELL US WHAT HAPPENED YESTERDAY?"

"HOW DOES IT FEEL TO KNOW YOU ALMOST CHEATED DEATH?"

"WHO IS THE CULPRIT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR CONDITION?"

Janet rushed in front of the cameras, shielding me from view.

"HEY! Could you please give us some privacy? We are going through a rough spot right now and we would appreciate you to respect the family. Thank you"