I Am Forever (Michael Jackson)

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen -

"What?! Are you kidding me?! How can someone do this to me?!"

I was just backstage, when I heard Michael yelling-crying. I rushed to go see what's wrong, but by the time I get there, he had already ran on stage to continue his concert.

"Hey! Hello?" I called around, asking for someone's attention. "Somebody tell me what's wrong with Michael!"

Somebody tapped my shoulder, then turned me around to whisper into my ear.

"He's being charged with child molestation..."

After he walked away, I gagged. This is so low. I mean, the media knows that nothing will get to him. So this is what they do? They get the government involved?!

I almost vomited at what the charge was. Michael would never, ever do that to a child. Who on Earth would charge him with such a sickening thing?! I bet it was one of the kids that he helped out a little too much.

I warned him that he can't be doing SO much for these kids, because one of them will take advantage of his fame and money. He always ignored what I said, and said that "All children in this world are innocent, and we have to treat them that way,"

Well that innocent kid, just charged you with molestation. I couldn't even think about what molestation actually is. It's just so disgusting, I just started shaking my head, not even accepting the concept into my thoughts.

Now I'm angry. Who on earth, would EVER do this to him?! Why would they do this?! What has he done but love and care for?! How could they even have the nerve to hurt him so badly?!

He's probably losing his fans by the minute. Oh no. They can't just drop him like this! He hasn't done anything!

Calm down, Bonnie. It hasn't gone public yet...

A little voice in my head began talking, reassuring me. Thank God, because I think I would have gotten a nervous breakdown right now.

But, this just makes me want to cry, vomit, throw a bus at tabloid writers, bomb the person who charged him with this sickening act.

This is not okay.

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The entire way home was completely dreadful. Michael wouldn't talk to anybody; me included. I could hear him crying though. He sat by the window, and covered himself with a hoodie he borrowed from one of the crew members. I wanted to comfort him, but I had no idea what to say.

I sleep with him everyday. Whatever kind of "proof" these people have is ridiculous. Michael and I sleep on the floor, and we usually let the kids sleep on the bed. I can feel Michael's arms around me the entire night so I know that he doesn't do anything while I'm asleep.

This hurt him. He has never been so depressed in his life. I want to make him happy again, but there's absolutely nothing I could do to make him himself again. I don't want him to be depressed, by he has every right to be upset, disappointed, angry, etc. I think I should help him as best I can.

I got up and paid Carl to play Charlie Chaplin's "Smile". It's Michael's favourite song, and he needs to smile right now. Seeing him, the happiest and most joyful person I know, in such a dark place, scares me. I've never seen him cry for so long.

My baby's slowly dying!

Oh shut up, conscience. This is not a good time right now.

"Smile, though your heart is aching," the radio played the first line loudly.

For that one second, Michael stopped his crying, his sniffling. He moved the hoodie and listened for:

"Smile, even though it's breaking."

He softly smiled, and looked at me, "Is this Smile?"

I gave him a big sympathetic grin, and nodded. He only smiled a little bit, and placed the hoodie back over his face, and looked out the window. He's making me feel like I want to die inside.

I wonder what he's feeling right now.

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"Let's talk about this. I want to hear your voice, Michael!" I begged as I followed him into the kitchen.

It's been three days, and Michael hasn't made a peep in the last 72 hours. The only sounds that come from him are his coughs, breaths, and the moans he makes when he cries. He's started to cry in his sleep.

He's shutting everyone out right now; which he probably had every right to, but I just want to see his smile, his laugh, just one more time.

"I can't right now, Bonnie."

As I was trailing over my thoughts, he spoke! He actually said something! I turned my head quickly after hearing his voice again. His soft, shaky, hoarse voice.

"You said something! You said something! Oh my God, you don't know how good it feels to hear you, Michael!" I said over excitingly.

He slightly smiled by my reaction, then remembered why he was in such a dark place again, and that depressed frown made its way back to his face.

"Michael, we'll get through this! These people will not win! The truth is going to free you!" I shook my head trying to get through his head.

He didn't answer me.

"Baby, please. Please say something to me! I feel like you died and now your body just walks around." I made an arm gesture to emphasis my point.

"It feels like I died," he mumbled.

"But you didn't...And you won't. Ever. You are still living and breathing, and you need to cherish everyday you have." I took his hand to try and reassure him. It wasn't working...had no affect on him.

"I gotta go, do something. I'll talk later," he kissed my hand and walked out of the house, calmly shutting the door.

I want my old Michael back.

I will end the person who did this to my baby.

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(A/N: Sorry this wasn't the longest chapter, but I had to get something out to you guys! Please keep commenting! I love hearing from you guys!

I literally have my ENTIRE day gone. I wake up, get to school, walk to my coach's classroom before practice, go to practice, sing at my singing club/rehearsal, get home at around 6:00 or 7:30, try to do 3 hours worth of homework before 9:00pm, then shower, and finally 'sleep'. I hardly have time to eat anything! I put the air-quotes over 'sleep' because when I'm 'sleeping', I'm updating my stories. Like right now...

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