mj fantasy fatal (continued)

one more time

Kayla's pov

I woke up with a start my heart pounding in my chest, it was all a dream.

I pulled the bed covers away from myself and ran outside.

The cold air rushed on my face and stood there my hands against the railings.

I felt something wet hit the side of my face and looked upwards towards the sky.

Droplets of rain fell down until it turned to a downpour.

The rain felt cool on my body after that hot dream.

Michael had tortured me yet i had been michael

Oh god. Flashes of the dream came into my mind until i was shaking and crying.

The person in my dream had not been michael, and i hadn't killed a girl called heaven.

In the dream heaven had been michael's daughter. But michael didn't have children.

I was drenched to the skin when i finally went back inside.

I searched my room until i found what i was looking for.

A tattered photo album, i flipped through it and out of every page the same face stared back up at me.

There were so many pictures of michael and i had so many memories so then why couldn't i remember him.

It was if he was a whole different person, a person i didn't know.

I closed my eyes

The person in my head frowned at me, coal black hair that fell forward over his face like waves.

High cheekbones and defined features,

Brown almost black eyes, their depths so intense they could tell you a story

'who are you?'

The man frowned

'you don't remember me?'

'i do, but that's not you'

'every memory you have of me, is me, it's all true'

'no it's what my mind has made up about a person that doesn't exist'

'i do exist, don't you remember me?, i'm michael jackson'

'a person that has disappeared off the face of earth'

'i am the way that you remember'

.......................................................

Another of my conversations with michael in my head.

He had to exist, he did exist. How could i have made him up?.

A few years ago i had told ian about him and he had tried looking for him in a people database.

After this didn't work they came to a conclusion that there had never been a michael jackson.

My psychiatrist had told me that he was a figment of my imagination, something my mind had invented.

But i knew it wasn't true michael did exist.

Next day at the mall

I was walking in the shopping centre and drinking my coffee when some sparkly jewellery caught my attention

I went over to examine it in it's case. My breath caught in my throat

The glass showed the reflection of someone.

Someone i had dreamed about enough to know straight away.

I turned around, it was true !, all true ! He really did exist .

I dropped my shopping bags and started running

'MICHAEL!'

He turned around and our eyes locked for a second

Before i rushed forward and threw myself at him

Author's note

Kayla has lost some of her memory including michael's and heaven, is the person really michael or not. If so what will happen?'