Imagines of Michael Jackson

Hurting Part 3 (Dangerous Era)

Two weeks after Michael came home from the hospital, he was doing much better, although he still needed your help staying away from the painkillers. One morning, you were on the phone with Rebbie since she was still watching Prince and Kat.
"I think we'll be ready to take them home in a couple of days."
"That's great! I'm glad Michael's doing better! I've enjoyed having the kids over, though. They keep telling me I'm their favorite aunt!"
"Well, you did help me deliver them."
"We're about to go outside and play basketball. That's the only sport they want to play!"
Just like their father. "Okay, Reb, I'll let you go! Have fun!"
You hung up the phone and went upstairs to see how Michael was doing. You were horrified to see the box you had hidden the painkillers in lying on top of your bed.
"Michael? What are you doing?"
No answer.
You ran to the bathroom to see Michael sitting on the floor holding the bottle in his hand.
"Give it to me." You quickly snatched it from him.
Michael started crying. "I'm sorry... it's so hard to stop..."
"How many did you take?"
"Three."
"Okay." That wasn't enough to make him collapse again. "Why did you take them? Are you still in pain?"
"No, I just... really wanted them." Michael hid his face from you.
"I'm getting rid of these, like I should have done. That's the only way we can get rid of this addiction."
"Okay."
"Don't feel bad. I know this is hard for you. You're doing much better than I thought you would."
"I'm gonna go to my office and work on some songs."
"Okay, baby. I think that will help you."
After Michael left, your emotional state took a turn for the worse. You thought about how you should have just gotten rid of those pills in the first place and were overcome with guilt. "I'm so sorry," you cried to no one in particular. A wave of anger took over you so you grabbed a razor and cut your wrist. You panicked when you realized what you had done. Michael would be even more stressed than he already was if he saw this. You quickly cleaned your cut and covered it up with makeup. Then you threw out the pills.
That night, you were awoken by something touching the cut on your wrist.
"Y/n, wake up." Michael gently shoved you.
You opened your eyes to see him staring at you with a worried expression. He was holding onto your injured wrist.
"Why did you do this to yourself?"
"I...I..." You started to panic again.
"It's okay. Just tell me what's going on. I won't be mad at you. I just want to help you like you've been helping me."
"I just feel like everything going on right now is my fault."
"Aww, baby, don't blame yourself for this."
"I can't believe I'm still doing stuff like this, letting you down!" you cried.
"You're not letting me down."
"What's wrong with me?"
"Nothing, baby. I think you're just having a hard time getting over the way your mother always put you down when you were younger."
"But that was years ago!"
"Missing my childhood is still affecting me, too."
"But you're not acting crazy like m-"
"Shhh. I'm not letting you talk bad about yourself anymore. You're not crazy. You just need help dealing with everything you've gone through. I'd be happy to help you."
"Okay," you said before you fell asleep in his arms.