Will You Be There

Chapter 5

Michaels p.o.v.

I sat there as cold as a rock without a hue and as stiff as a piece of wood. The cold bench underneath me leaving my body completely numb in the middle of the dark and lonely park. Tears continued to stream freely down my face as i let out a few sniffles. I rubbed my hand up my arm in an attempt to warm myself up. It was uncomfortably silent all around me; I heard a twig snap somewhere behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see that Christina was heading over. I ran my palm across my cheek wiping away the evidence of my breakdown. She sighed loudly and sat down next to me. I made sure my glasses were covering all the mess my eyeliner had made, the last thing I needed was for her think i was weak.

She turned slightly to where she was facing me, "Michael...... Are you okay?" I sat silently nodding. She looked at me intently with a hint of disbelief. "You know you had me worried! I thought something bad had happened to you when I saw your room." My head popped up and i looked at her, "What were you doing in there?" I asked coldly. She fumbled with her hands again, "Well i got off the phone and went to check on you to make sure you were ok and you didn't answer and i got this bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I picked the lock and noticed the room a mess, i thought someone had attacked you." "Oh. Sorry..... Im so embarrassed you saw that." I said ashamed of my outburst. "Its okay, anger is human nature, we all get angry. But seriously Michael Im here if you need to talk." She reached over and patted my leg with a warm assuring smile. Out of nowhere i broke down more in tears as i pulled her into a super long hug. I let my muffled sobs out in her shoulder, i dont know why i felt safe around her but she made it okay for me to do so. I felt that she understood me completely and she wasn't judging me in anyway, it was weird because i already trusted her and i just met her earlier today.

I continued crying embracing her in a hug as she ran her dainty hand up and down my back as a loving mother would to comfort her child after they fell and scrapped their knee. She occasionally would push my wild curls out of my face and whisper in my ear "its okay let it out, everything will be fine." I cried so much i couldn't let any more tears flow, i was dried out. I lifted my head as i let it hang down sighing loudly. "Why me?" I whispered almost hoarse. She lifted my chin with her fingers and made me look at her. She carefully pulled my glasses off revealing my watery eyes, and with the most gentle touch she wiped away the tears and smears from under my eyes. I looked up into her eyes as she looked at me with a kind smile, "You know they say the prettiest smiles hide the deepest secrets, the prettiest eyes have cried the most tears, and the kindest hearts have felt the most pain. You're going to get through this, the truth will prevail."

I smiled slightly at her, "thank you Christina, for being that shoulder to cry on...... People just assume that because im Michael Jackson that things people do and say dont hurt me, but they do and it cuts like a knife. They think i have everything together.....and i dont." She wrapped me in a warm hug, i hugged her back enjoying her warm embrace. "You're welcome Michael," she pulled back and stood up grabbing my hand, "come on lets get you back to the hotel." We stood up and headed back to the hotel, the entire time we said nothing. We made it up to our floor and i stopped in front of my door; i turned around to look at Christina walking to her room, "hey Christina?" "Hmmm?" She turned around and looked at me. "Thanks again.... For everything," she smiled, "sure thing." And with that we both entered our rooms.

I picked up my belongings setting them in their place as i thought about everything from today. I was completely stumped on how she broke through my walls so easily; just about the only people who have seen me cry were Mother and Liz, not even my girlfriends or friends have witnessed that. I barely knew her and she allowed me to break down and cry like I've known her for years. Every time shes been around me I've felt at ease and completely comfortable with being myself, something else i try to hide considering people think im too childish. I laid down on my bed and rested my hands behind my head, I have no idea how she did it, but im glad she did. I closed my eyes and yawned, "please god, let me get through this soon. May you send someone to watch over me."