Have you ever wondered what would Michael Jackson's life look like if some events didn't happen to him? If he had someone he trusted by his side through everything? Someone that had the power to save him from his tormented life?
Hayley "Brit" Thame...
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Michael's face was the image I had stuck in my mind when I woke up. But it was not a vision. This time, it was actual images from the day I met him. This angel-like and smiling face he had at the moment he looked up at me.
As I was watching the ceiling of my bedroom with a snoring Alice sleeping next to me, I tried to remember the day I met him, and I found myself smiling at the memory. Automatically, I wiped off that grin and shook my head a little.
It's like I couldn't help it, like I was, somehow, attached to him and that I didn't want anything to happen to him. My mind was its own chief, for I didn't have full control on what it was doing. I didn't want to feel any kind of feelings toward Michael Jackson. Not because I didn't think he deserved my attention, but because it would affect my judgment regarding the situation I was in.
Alice and I spent the night discussing about this situation, and what I should do. Now she knew all about me, it was just a matter of time until she adjusted to the situation and help me deal with it.
On the one hand, I had Grams who was telling me that I had to ignore the flashes and let them go away. And on the other hand, I had Alice who didn't realize how serious all of this was just yet.
I knew for sure that this feeling of constant fear and apprehension would only go if I helped him, or if I at least gave it a try. The incessant questioning came back, and I knew for sure that it would be over once I made up my mind: help him, or leave him.
Careful not to wake my friend up, I stood up from my bed gently and sat up on the edge of it. I brushed my hands over my tired and slightly hangovered face, and looked at the digital clock on my nightstand which indicated 8:30am.
I put my long brunette hair in a high bun on top of my head, and quietly put some sweatpants and sweater on before going downstairs to the kitchen. As I saw the notepad and pen which were on the counter top, I decided to leave a note to Alice before leaving the loft to let her know where I was, and to tell her not to run away.
Even though I spent the night answering her questions, I was scared that she would realize how much crazy all of this was, and that she would just leave.
"Hey, left to get breakfast. Will be back around 9:30am. Please don't leave before I'm home. Brit."
I took my car keys, and drove off to Randy's Donuts, the place where Alice and I used to meet when we were younger. At the moment I stopped at the drive-through of the building, a smile appeared on my face as I remember moments from our college years.
Once I had my order, I drove off and decided to stop by to see Grams. I needed to tell her I told Alice everything, and I wanted her opinion on what I had to do. It's true that she already told me what was best for me to do, but as I knew her, I knew she had thought about the situation all night long. Surprisingly, I found myself hoping she would have changed her mind, that she would tell me to go and try to help the guy.
