If Michael was a father he would have come for me by now. Yet I'm still in this stupid orphanage.
The first year here was the worst. I had kept believing that Michael was going to come back for me and we would live happily ever after and be one big happy family, yet I'm still here.
And this year won't be anything different. Although I tell myself not to believe all that stuff I can't help but feel like he is still foing to come back.
My thoughts were interrupted by someine calling my name from down the stairs. I really didn't want to go down the stairs and see everyone's happy faces. Today I just want to be alone.
I went over to the closet, grabbed my skates and walked over to the window.
It's kind of funny, because the window is the exact reason I'm here.
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Deadly Silence (Michael Jackson Fanfiction)
FanfictionOnly 3 and already left with a stranger who is supposedly her father. She knows how to talk but rather not because who knows what secrets she might reveal.
