Michael
I made my usual regular visit to the club, expecting nothing special. But that night something strange happened. was usually silent, drinking a beverage and watching the dancers. It was like my thinking place – but it seemed as if they'd followed me there too.
A girl approached me. Normally people freeze when I enter the club in that manner, but she didn't. She didn't usually go there, so she stood out from the rest of the crowd instantly, and as the bar was quite secluded, people are always friends of friends, though she was alone. And instantly I labelled her as one of them.
I noticed the way her hair flowed down her back, she had a fringe that kept protruding from behind her ear. She wore a black lace dress and a silver necklace than clung to her neck. And she wore a red lip. Everybody else was dressed in bright colours but her, and that's why she was the first person I laid eyes on.
She came over to me instantly, giving whatever cover she had away.
Though I got distracted as she spoke.
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"She's... they're dead." He said as he moved his two fingers from her wrist.
I covered my mouth and blinked as my eyes began to cloud with tears.
"No, no! She can't be dead. My love! Our baby!" I howled, feeling too many emotions bubble up inside of me.
They'd killed my wife. They'd killed my child.
A car passed the alley and I could see the pool of blood she was surrounded in. Her stomach was still huge with my deceased unborn child stuck inside of it.
She had a cavernous wound in her chest, where her beautiful heart of gold used to beat.
What pained me most was that I couldn't touch her. I know I would get framed.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Do I look okay!" I snapped back at the stupid question.
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Then I snapped back to reality.
"So what is your name anyways?" The girl finished. I'd learnt that her name was Misty, but she didn't look like the type to have a name that mysterious, that dangerous.
"Anonymous. I'm anonymous. To you, and to everybody else." I paused, clearing my throat and finishing my drink in a sharp gulp, "I'm sorry to cut this short, but it's ten and I must leave."
I pointed a finger, and in a second ten chimes were head faintly from a clock in the distant town.
"How did you-" as she turned her head towards the sounds, I quickly slipped out of the bar and manage to clamber over the fence that separated the club from the real world.
I had other options – but I needed to make sure I wasn't being followed. That would ruin everything. As I moved wearily, I only had one thing on my mind. And I wanted it to leave.
I promised to never love again after I had been so distraught. It wasn't her fault, she didn't choose to die, but I couldn't go through that pain again.
Ever.
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Partners In Crime {Michael Jackson & Ariana Grande}
Fanfic'How dare I? Think of another woman whilst mine was six feet underground with my child! Heck, she was probably involved in it. I could feel my anger rising, and I had to do something about it before I exploded. Before I could think any further, my...
