mj fantasy fatal (continued)

fatal

kayla's pov

i look at my child lying on the floor, unmoving,the blood seeped through her dress. i lay next to her, she could have been asleep. the sunlight through rays of light over her, her curls on her shoulders and around her head shone gold. her eyes were closed and her features were peaceful. her rosebud mouth was open slightly. her tiny hands rested on her body. i touched her, she was still warm. i ran my fingers through her curls and kissed her over and over again. i didn't want this moment to end, i stared at her. beacuse if this link broke, if it broke then i knew she would die. if i held unto her if i didn't let go if i hoped with all my heart she would open her eyes and look at me. the story hadn't ended, it was too cruel, too short. this wasn't how it was meant to be. we were meant to have forever, heaven...heaven would grow up, she would be beautiful, so beautiful. we still had memories to make, i would never see her brown eyes looking at me, never see her put her thumb in her mouth when she was scared, never hear her ringing laughter, never feel her arms wrapped around me, never see her kitten fury when she was angry, never hear her voice again. it was over, but i was determined to hold on for as long as i could. people say when people die they leave forever, but heaven would come back, heaven always came back, heaven never died, it lived forever, it gave people joy, it was miracle. and she would live forever as well, she would never die. because she was my heaven, she gave me joy and without her i would die. there would be no heaven. miracles happened,and heaven was a miracle itself. i know my heaven isn't dead, i know she is alive, when you believe something so truly, with all your heart, it is never wrong.

michael's pov

there were'nt many things that i loved completely, truly. i had everything except the things that i loved. and when there is nothing that you love, you have no life. you are a shadow, a echo. that is how i felt right now. people say that you can't measure pain, but if  you could it would be the greatest thing ever measured. when you are in so much pain. 

30 minutes later

heaven was rushed into intensive care, her shoulder had been hit instead of her head. joseph was gone but the rest of the family were waiting in the waiting room with us.

"why is uncle mike and aunt kayla sad?"

the kids asked janet

she looked at us and her eyes were shiny with tears

"well what would you do if you lost your doll?"

she asked stephanie tito's daughter

"if i lost her i would cry"

"you see uncle mike and aunt kayla had a doll, the most beautiful and prettiest doll. her name was heaven. they were very happy when they had their doll but one day something happened and they lost their doll. they loved their doll very much, whoever saw the doll loved her because she was a very special doll. and now-

she choked

"they might not get their doll back, ever"

tears rolled down my face, that was exactly what it was like. at my side michael stared into space, i knew if heaven didn't live he would die too.

in my minds eye i saw michael lift up a doll, a very beautiful doll,

"daddy" the doll said

it had been her first time she had said it she might never say it again.

one of the doctors came out

"mr and mrs jackson we have used a defilleberator, her heart's beating but not many survive it and the injury is fatal".

fatal. just like the rest of my life.

author's note

i think this will be the last chapter, i will not continue writing this story. please pm me or comment if you would like me to continue