Michael Jackson Imagines

| Song For You |

As I continued to write in my journal, word by word, singing them out in my head, I was eager to show Michael what I had made for him. He was currently in the studio of the very large Neverland ranch, where he had shut me out for the past few hours. He was doing his work, and I left him. I knew the pressure everyone put on him. The press always creating lies and deceiving people, all the fans demanding more songs from him. 

Due to the stress he had gone through and the burden he has on his shoulders, I wanted to do something for him. Being the person that I was, always trying to be kind and help just like Michael, so I started to write a song. Since Michael walked through the door of Neverland, I had expected us to hug and kiss like we always do and that's what I was planning to do when he came home. But that's nothing like what happened. 

"Hello, Michael!" I heard no reply until I saw his angry face that tormented his face. I walked over to him and reached his face to kiss him on the lips, but as soon as I reached his lips, he turned causing me to give him a kiss on the cheek. I stepped away and my face filled with confusion. 

Michael stopped to look at me, and in one split second, his face turned extremely mad as I continued to stare at him. 

"What are you looking at? Stop looking at me!" Michael never talked to me that way, and as soon as he grumpily talked with me he was gone, throwing his things on the couch angrily and stomped up the stairs. I was utterly confused with Michael's outburst as I still stood there. I walked over the couch and picked up Michael's jacket, hanging it up on the coat rack and took the rest of his stuff in my hands, eager to go and talk to him about what had just happened.  

Whilst climbing up the stairs, a loud crash came from the upstairs room, causing me to almost trip and fall up the stairs. This one crash was followed by a series of bangs and what sounded many things being thrown and broken on the floor. At that point, I was so scared. 

I slowly crept up the stairs, flinching as more objects and things fell down, making the loudest of noises. Through all of the crashing and breaking, it was clear to hear that Michael was shouting and screaming in rage and pain and once I reached the top of the stairs, I just stood there, waiting to see if he would finish. I don't think it would have been a good idea to interrupt him, because I don't even know what he was capable of. I had never before seen him like this. 

After a few minutes, I heard the screams die down until a loud thump was heard, indicated that he had fallen to the ground. My heart was beating so fast because I have never seen Michael the way he was. Never. 

"Y/N." All I heard was the whimpering from Michael and him calling my name. "I'm sorry." His voice was barely audible as he cried and broke down. All of this was so heartbreaking to hear and to see, so I opened the door swiftly. There lay Michael on the floor with his head hanging low and his tear-stained face down.

I didn't even think about paying attention to the messy room when I walked over to him. He held out his hands for me to embrace him as his pain-filled face was made more visible as looked up to me. I immediately embraced him, rocking him back and forth as he cried into my neck. 

"I'm so sorry, Michael. So, so sorry." A few minutes passed until I heard nothing more than Michael's breathing, occasionally sniffing from time to time.