Escaping The Illuminati [COMPLETED]

Part 3

We just finished practicing and were having a well earned break. But I didn’t want to stop, I wanted to keep going until we were perfect, just like Joseph would constantly tell us. I wanted to be perfect. I wanted to be so good, just like James Brown and all those other people. I wanted people to know us—know me, chant my name, be happy that I was with them. If I get that could, then I could get all the money I need, and probably help the rest of the family.

 

I wanted to be rich and known.

 

By now I was a tween, about 11 or 12 years old, but that was all I wanted. “Mike, you know that we’re done practicing for today, right? Go have some fun or do some kid things.” Tito told me as he placed his hand on my shoulder. It startled me and broke me from my thoughts of the fame and fortune. “But I don’t want to be done. I want to keep going, I want to be perfect.” The words flew out of my mouth so easily like it was written on script. Tito gave me the same look that Frank had given me earlier. In my mental state, I laughed, but physically I was serious. “We’re good enough, Mike. I don’t think we have to be perfect like you want us to.”

 

“Yes, we do! We’ll never get anywhere if we aren’t! I wanna be rich and famous like James Brown!” I said. Tito was surprised by my outburst and my volume had drawn Marlon into the conversation. This seemed familiar and I had the urge to stop and tell myself it wasn’t worth it, but I wanted to see where this was headed. “What’s goin’ on?” Marlon asked.

 

“Little Mikey, here wants to be a big shot.” Tito teased.

 

“I do! I really, man!”

 

They laughed and I was furious. I stomped to my room and shut the door behind me, sitting on my bed, facing the ceiling. They didn’t understand. I wanted to be good, that’s the only way people will know us—me. They might know us if we were bad too and laugh us—me, off the face of the planet. I would do anything to get that fame.

 

Anything.

 

There was suddenly a weight on my chest and I sat up straight on my bed. I nearly had a heart attack and attacked the thing on me until I saw it was Bubbles just playing around. A smile found its way on to my face as I relaxed. “Good morning, Bubbles.”

I had a small headache, but it came from time to time since the Pepsi incident. It wasn’t much, but I knew that if I let it continue without doing something about it, it would get worst until I couldn’t even breathe properly. Opening a drawer, I took out a bottle with short clear plastic that had small pills in it. They were my pain killers. Sometimes I over did them once in a while, but I didn’t take it serious because nothing ever really happened. I opened it, took out two pills, and swallowed them down with no water.

Bubbles was soon on tip of me again, trying to take some too, but I closed the bottle and put it back in the drawer. Bubbles stuck out his bottom lip and I tickled him. “Sorry buddy, that’s not for chimps.”

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Today was somewhat boring for me. Elizabeth Taylor came over and we talked about nothing in particular this time. We just talked. Bubbles went back to his pen and no one had come to Neverland to play today. I don’t blame them, it seems stormy outside. There were thick black clouds moving in to cover the sun. Yep, no one was coming today.