Michael Jackson Imagines

11; Rising Angel (This is it/Bad era)

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Michael's P.O.V

I'm lying here in complete despair. I'm so tired and so done with life. I'm a laughing wherever i go and nobody loves me anymore. I'm a complete waste of time. Conrad is killing me and i just wanna sleep....forever. Conrad has the propofol and i know what it would do to me if i took it. I need it.

"Conrad?"

"Yes Michael?"

"I need super milk. Please."

"What do you mean?"

"The propofol, i need to sleep."

'Michael no! It's too risky."

"I don't care. Let me have it!"

"Michael its a life or death situation. If something goes wrong, i'll be in jail for the rest of my life!"

"Conrad...now."

"Please don't make me do this Michael."

"Please, i need to sleep! I need to sleep!!!"

"Alright." He says and injects the propofol.

"Thank you." I say but he doesn't respond.

AN HOUR LATER

Michael's P.O.V

I feel myself getting lighter and lighter. It's my time to go, I've had enough, i'm done.

"God. Please help me. Please take me away. Please." I whisper in tears.

I'm crying now and Conrad went to the bathroom. I start to see a bright light. I don't move a muscle and i see a face i can't recognize.

"Let me sleep." I plea.

Suddenly i feel all the energy being knocked out of me and i pass out instantly.

Creator/God's P.O.V

My son is hurting. I need to save him. He's been in constant suffering for years and i have to help him. I fly down and to where he is and i see his body being injected. I wait and hear his pleas for help. I walk over to him and do what i have to do. I latch onto his soul and take it out and hold his fragile spirit form in my arms.

Michael is unconscious and his physical form is now dead. He is in his bad era form because his soul thought that was the most happy and peaceful time of his life. I carry him bridal style and check for a pulse. His spirit lives.

I fly back up to the heavens and he turns his head slowly and is still asleep. I lay him down on the clouds and transform his body into wearing white robes. Seven angels come up from behind.

"He is so beautiful."

"And peaceful." Two of them say.

They all blush and bless him then stand beside me.

"Why is he still sleeping?" One asks.

"His soul is the most powerful on the earth and is very different from others. His suffering has brought great pressure and stress on him. It may take time for his spirit to awaken and adjust."

"Holy one. If he doesn't awaken in three days, it means he hasn't found peace."

"I'm worried about that. Leave him be for now. Set up the bed for my son."

"Yes holy one." They all say and leave my presence.

He does look beautiful and very peaceful when he sleeps. I sit next to him and cover him up. He is so precious, my beautiful boy. The world will never see another person like him. He's safe now and is at home where he truly belongs. I am interrupted from my thoughts when i touch his hand and feel its...cold.