Not A Demon, Nor an Angel (Michael Jackson Love/Mystery Story)

Flashback Of A Murder Scene

Michael sighed heavily while thinking about how Sheila was now back in his life once more. He didn't know what she had planned, or how long she was going to stay this time.

"Michael," Sheila whispered. He lifted his head up suspecting to see no one there. But instead she was sitting in front of him.

"Yea?" He asked. His eyes scanned over her quickly and met her silver gaze. She chuckled.

"Wandering eyes tells the story of a yearning heart," She said with a small smile.

Michael blushed deeply and looked down at his hands. She cleared her throat and he looked back at her.

"I can't help but wonder to myself... Can I trust you? Because there is something that I want to share with you, but I must know that I can trust you with it first," she touched his hand lightly. Energy flashed throughout him making him shiver.

"Uh... Yea, you can always trust me, Sheila," he assured her.

Her eyes flickered to the floor then back to his, "I must tell you... My story. Come," she offered her hand.

Michael was a bit hesitant. She gave him a pleading look and he finally took her hand. They rushed through darkness, hearing laughs and conversations echo around them. The darkness soon parted like curtains and they were in the master bedroom.

Michael looked at her confused. "All that, just to get back to the bedroom?" he asked confused.

"We are no longer in 2009. We're in August 17th, 1939. The day I was murdered," she looked upon the door with sad eyes awaiting the the arrival of herself and her killer.

Michael saw the sadness and pain in her eyes and felt his own heart sink for her. He heard the clicking of heels speeding towards the room.

He turned to the door to see it all play out in front of his own eyes.

"Please! No stop!! Leave me alone!" Sheila screamed as she ran in the room with Thomas right behind her. He grabbed her arms and flung her onto the bed.

He straddled her and pinned her arms above her head, "C'mon Sheila, I'm your best friend. Let me give you my gift," He grinned evilly as he started to kiss her neck.

"I thought you were my best friend, I thought I could trust you but I was wrong! Get off of me!! Help!! Someone please help me!!" she cried for help but he put his hand over her mouth.

"Either you let me do what I want," He pulled a gun out from his jacket and aimed it at her head, "Or I'll shoot you. Your choice."

Sheila had tears streaming down her face as her family and friends ran through her mind. But she wasn't going to give up something so dear to her for his pleasure. She bit his hand and spit in his face.

"Bad idea," Thomas said. He pulled the trigger. The echo of the gunshot rung throughout the house.

Everyone at the party stopped, the silence was so intense you could hear a pin drop. Thomas chuckled evilly and ran out the balcony doors, away from the party.

Sheila's body lay there lifeless; crimson blood soaking her long hair and purple gown. Her mother could be heard calling her name as she came closer to the bedroom.

Her eyes widened when she saw her only child dead and lying in their own pool of blood. She ran to her body and hugged her tight. Tears flooded her eyes as she sobbed constantly repeating "My baby, oh my darling baby girl... It was her birthday, why? Why?"