Partners In Crime {Michael Jackson & Ariana Grande}

[23]dreamers[23]

Misty

I sat with my legs crossed in front of the ceiling-to-floor widow, tears resting on my burning cheeks, my chin resting on my trembling hand.

I wanted to go after him, but I waited. He needed to cool off, with everything that'd just happened with Jessica and me not helping, I presumed I was the last person he'd want to see.

So I sat feeling dreadful instead.

I brought my knees to my chest and stared at the distant city, my hair had become tousled from getting wet.

I heard a slight noise behind me, but thought nothing of it. I swept it as a product of my imagination and continued staring at a flickering streetlight somewhere in the distance.

There was another noise, this time closer.

"Michael?" I asked, bidding to turn around.

The burning sensation filed my nose first, then the back of my throat. My eyes widened when I realised what was happening.

Then I helplessly watched the aching darkness take over.

**

"Let me go!" I yelled through the thick fabric tied around my jaw.

The unfamiliar man with the sunglasses smirked and shook his head, a hand on his temple.

"No sweetie. Don't fight it either."

And I did just that.

"Help me, I need you-" I whispered, hoping Michael would hear me.

I was cut off by a sharp pain in my arm, and turned to see a syringe in my shoulder.

The room which consisted of nothing but a chair anyway began to fade, and I felt my eyes becoming suddenly heavy.

"More?" The man chuckled, getting up and pushing my drowsed body onto the floor, where I laid until my eyes gave way.

-

"Don't take her away from me.."

Michaels loud voice boomed as background music to the scene of Michael and I skipping through grass, him throwing a football and me successfully catching it, earning a kiss before he stole the ball back.

"Don't take her away.."

The ball was thrown into the air, but this time it exploded mid-way and turned into a cloud of black fog. The kind that would kill you at inhaling even the tiniest haze.

I turned around to see a ring of people with fully black eyes. Some of which I knew, some of which were new to me.

It took me a while to recognise my own kin.

"Adam?"

I reached out a hand to touch his pale skin, but he moved back in a way that distorted the human eye.

"Don't you touch me."

It was then I felt the masking sensation of water fill my lungs. I choked for air, before realising I was drowning in the blood of those I had loved.

-

I opened my eyes to find nothing but a demeaning fuzz welcome me. I tried to sit up but failed, my neck had a stiffness that made me feel as if I was paralyzed.

I choked for air, and found myself spitting out water. Thankfully I managed to turn my head to the side.

I was comfortable, a slight pain almost gone that I didn't know was ever there. My eyes heavy but not to the point of force. I sat up and recognised the room. This was my room.