Her Name Was Rose *Mj Fanfic*

Dreams

*Rose*

I wake up at around 9pm, and my head is throbbing. I don't remember what happened earlier, I just recall drinking about six bottles of whiskey and gin. I don't even remember getting in the bed with new pajamas on. I had the weirdest dream though. I dreamt that Michael came and took care of me, he didn't care about how I was acting, he just wanted to make sure I was safe. The last thing I remember in the dream is that he was holding me, saying, "You can always trust me."

He was also singing along to 'Total Eclipse of the Heart', and I felt that the song was about me. I look down at my hand and noticed that it was wrapped up. When did I cut my hand? My thoughts were interrupted when I heard something in the living room. The stereo is playing Caribbean Queen but I hear movements also. It's nighttime, so it couldn't be housekeeping.

I get up and immediately fall on the floor, my head feeling like someone split it open with a machete. I swear I haven't been this fucked up since I went to Mexico in 82'. I crawl to the bathroom and open the toilet seat, and forced myself to throw up, and when I did, I instantly felt better. After I finished I brushed my teeth and took some aspirin, praying that this headache goes away. I finally walk out of my room and look around for whoevers here.

I see a tall dark figure standing outside, and I got anxious.

"Hello? Who are you?"

The figure turns around and speaks. "It's just me Rosie." Michael says, emerging from the balcony, he was wearing black pants, and a white button up shirt. He looked happy to see me, but I was confused on how he knew where I was.

"What are you doing here? How did you get here? How did you know I was in New York?" I ask, clearly not remembering the events that happened just a few hours ago.

"You don't remember do you?" He asks, looking at his thumbs, a sad look on his face.

"No. Tell me."

He sighs and looks towards the kitchen."Come, I know you're hungry. Sit down and ill make you something to eat."

"Are you going to tell me what happened?"

"Yes."

I walk into the kitchen and sit down, and Michael looks through the fridge, seeing what there is to cook. "Alfredo good for you ?'

I nod my head. He takes out the ingredients and starts preparing everything. After a brief silence he finally starts explaining.

"So I was having a mini press conference this morning, because tomorrow night I perform at Madison Square Garden, and when I was taking questions, this one reporter asked if me and you were romantically involved. Of course I dodged the question and tried to keep it to the concerts only, but what caught my attention was that they added 'Even though new reports of her just came out.' So then they explained what was going on and I ended the press conference and I called you."

"You called me?" I honestly don't remember anything.

"Yes, and you were pretty out of it. You started singing 'New York State of Mind'."

I put my head in my hands, "Oh my God are you serious?"

"Yep. Then I had Bill find your room number and then I've been here ever since. You basically went apeshit in the living room." He says, his back turned to me. I raise a brow, confused on his last statement.

"Apeshit?"

"Mhm. You smashed records everywhere, there were bottles on the floor, some of them smashed to pieces, it was a mess. While you were sleeping I had housekeeping come and clean up and you wouldn't let me grab the bottle from you. You chugged a whole bottle of Jack and then threw it, cutting yourself in the process, hence the bandage on your hand."