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Since the incident in Munich, Myra resumed a regular routine. She eventually no longer needed the brace but she was kept on the painkillers.
The month of March had recently begun, and Myra's family had been struck by a tragedy. Her father had suffered a heart attack and had passed away in the early morning hours.
His death had taken a negative affect of Myra. Michael was.only able to sit back and watch as Myra found herself growing dependent on her prescribed painkillers. He didn't know how to make it better for her.
She returned to Greensboro for his funeral which was kept away from the eye of the media. Myra hid her eyes with dark sunglasses as she sat with her family, clad in black.
Myra stayed down there for a little over a week. Her family hadn't failed to notice her appearance, which looked a little more unhealthy than since they had last seen her. She got the chance to spend time with her sister to distract her from his death.
She finally planned to return to Los Angeles. The plane had landed, and she was greeted by Shaylynn who held her in a hug. Myra slouched, unusual for her normally straight posture.
Unfortunately, the paparazzi had known she would be returning that day. She was surrounded by cameras on every side as bodyguards tried to push them away from her.
"Please stop," she asked quietly as she attempted to hide her face.
"Tell us about your father!" One reporter shouted, unaware of how uncomfortable Myra was talking about that subject.
"She doesn't want to talk about it, so leave her alone," Shaylynn snapped at the reporter as she guided Myra.
They didn't care. They continued to shout questions but they recieved no answers. They shouted the same questions over and over, hoping to get some sort of answer.
Myra kept her hands clenched in her pockets. She felt as if everything was closing in on her. Her heart beat faster than ever. She felt as if she needed to escape or she would drown in the sea of people.
Myra took Shaylynn by surprise qhen she ran. She ran away from the cameras, dodging through the crowds in hopes of disguising herself.
They followed her, the cameras rolling. She ran for the doors, running outside. They soon followed but Shaylynn had managed to push through.
Myra couldn't breath. She tried but it felt as if she had no air and her body wouldn't accept any. Her hands shook as she ran them through her hair in attempts to calm herself down. Nothing seemed to work.
"It's okay Myra!" One of them shouted in her direction.
"I can't breathe," Myra managed out between her fast breaths.
Shaylynn called for on of the bodyguards who came out. Myra sat on the ground with Shaylynn kneeled beside her. He jogged up to the scene.
"She can't breathe," Shaylynn rushed, "Call Michael and get somebody out here!"
He rushed away, already pulling out his phone. He dialed the number and listened to the phone ring until he picked up. He told Michaell all of the details and he was adamant that he go there to make sure she was okay.
"Stay with you're kids. We're going to make sure she's okay," he insisted despite Michael's arguing.
After he finished the phonecall he managed to get somebody who was a doctor to the scene. The doctor followed him outside where she kneeled beside Myra. Shaylynn backed away to give her some space.
"Miss Jackson, just follow my breathing, okay?" The doctor, Amelia Null, instructed as she managed to receive a nod from her.
"Is she gonna be okay?" Shaylynn asked.
"She's having a panic attack, but now not the time to be worrying about her next concert," Amelia shrugged as she returned her focus to Myra.
"I dont give a damn about concerts right now. Myra is my friend and I want her to be okay," Shaylynn replied.
Amelia gave Myra her full attention. Myra followed the breathing Amelia showed her and repeated it for what felt like a thousand times. Slowly, her breathing slowed but it would still be considered fast.
"Were going to walk around a little, okay? Think of something else other than right here. Think of your kids and your husband. Maybe your pets," Amelia guided as she lead Myra to walk in circles.
Her mind went to Prince and Paris. It then switched to Michael, and ahe felt herself grow happy. She thought of Peach who followed her wherever she went.
"Good," Amelia spoke softly, "Are you feeling better?"
Myra nodded.
"Me and some others are going to keep these reporter's from you so you can make it to your car, okay?" Amelia assured her and Myra nodded once again.
Shaylynn and Myra ran off towards Myra's car while Amelia and the other body guards attempted to ward off the paparazzi. Shaylynn opted to drive, worried for Myra and her mental and physical state at that exact moment.
They pulled away from the airport where they hit the freeway. Myra kept looking out the window, finally removing the sunglasses that covered her eyes. Shaylynn drove in the direction of Neverland, no stops planned along the way.
She was greeted by Michael when the car pulled up. She went inside while Shaylynn and Michael had their own hushed conversation outside.
"What happened?" Michael asked wanting every detail.
"We had got off the plane they somehow knew she was there. She got really panicked and she ran away," began Shaylynn, "Itried to talk with her outside the airport, but she said she couldn't breath. We managed to find a doctor and she said Myra had a panic attack. She calmed her down the best she could before she let Myra and I run to her car. I'm honestly worried for her."
