🖤Michael Jackson's Last Days🖤
In 2007, Michael has been living a life focusing on his career and with his children. But, something about Michael made him more upset or little less happy since he hasn't had anyone to be around with-other than his c...
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Michael
I thankfully arrived at the photoshoot since this morning was really weird for me and extremely a lot different. I don't really care for anyone or anything different-the only thing that surprised me was that girl inside of the mirror staring at me confused. She had no idea who I was and she seemed nice than any child or adult I've ever met. Scratch that. Let's just say I never met anyone through a mirror before and I'm sure that I'm the only one. While the hairstylist was fixing my hair and facial appearance I stared blankly thinking about if I should get to know the girl more or just...I don't know...see if I can exam the mirror. My thoughts were cut off when one of the co-workers that are apart of the photoshoot came over to me.
"Mr. Jackson, we're all set." He said as I nodded before the hairstylist moved away for me to stand up from out of my seat.
I looked over at my right asking him."Are you guys shooting good footage?"
"Yes, we are." He replied.
"Good." I nonchalantly said.
I went to exit out the make-up room and greeted the photographer Bruce Weber who was taking the photos. I was kind of shy and did my best to stay still while taking the photos for the Ebony company for a cover magazine.
"Go back in the wallpaper!" Bruce said.
I climbed through the hole in the paper and lifted up my leg for a pose, but the thought of the girl inside of the mirror was really a distraction for me that I didn't know even notice that I have fallen back.
"Oh...Oh...Woah!" I yelled making all of the paper fall over me as I notice some of the other workers were pacing over-worried and asked if I was alright.
"Michael, are you okay?" They asked as I hunch back hearing some people chuckling at my clumsiness as I bit my bottom lip trying to hold in the tears as I brush it off.
"Uh, actually I need to call the nanny and chat with her about my children. Please excuse me," I responded quickly before leaving as I looked back over at them to see that they were probably talking about me. I looked away and facepalm while walking into the room to make a phone with the nanny and ask about the kids.
After I ended the phone call with the nanny I felt the need to just go home. I was anxious and worried that I would make myself look more embarrassed if that ever happened again. So, I went to go ask Bruce will it be all right if we could try again tomorrow and he said, "That's fine." I left after that and I just went home very stressed out and emotionally when I arrived back at the mansion to just go to my room and cry to myself on my bed.
"Why? Why do I have to make a fool of myself?" I mumbled into the pillows while sobbing.
If only...I had a friend who can understand me and I will understand them just like I do. My thoughts were on that girl again. Who was she? Did she not know who I was? Was it possible that someone who was born from a different time actually doesn't know who I am?
"M-Maybe if I can talk to her...she'll be my friend." I smiled to myself and wipe away my tears and went to go clean myself up to go find the mirror again.
I cleaned myself up and walked down the hallway quietly because my children could easily find me. Nothing wrong with that, but sometimes daddy is tired when he's dealing with work and the tabloids. Very quietly I peeked around the corner to see that the mirror was still there as I walked over to it staring at my own reflection again. How am I going to get this mirror to get me to see that girl again?
Maggie
I was sitting in the living room laying on the sofa bored while staring at the ceiling that I didn't notice Carrisa coming into the room. She really had a smug on her face glancing down at me.
"Maggie, I thought you were taking care of the dishes as I told you earlier?" Carrisa said.
"Uh, I don't feel like it. I'm kind of watching tv and when I feel like it then I will do it." I replied as my attention was back at the tv as she grabbed the remote and switched it off.
"You listen to me, good young lady. I'm doing this sh*tty job to earn money; you're laying around here like you don't give a care. Go clean up." She snapped.
"You're not my mom. I can call her and let her know-OW!" I felt her sharp nails dig into my skin causing me to let out a hiss in pain. Her grip was tight as I tried to push her off me, but she wouldn't budge as she gave me an icy cold-glare staring down at me.
"I don't care. Your family is worth a lot of cash for me though and if you say one thing about this. I will make sure to expose you into your school since this spoil life your living in is going to be the worst one to remember." She smirked and shove me away as I held my arm and left out of her sight.
'Why can't mom and dad be here when I'm in deep trouble with this nanny of mine?' I thought.
I hugged my arm as I didn't notice that I passed by the mirror on the wall making me pause my tracks. The man who was inside the mirror made me curious and I did want to know him...if I can see him again that is. Just as I walked over to the mirror I saw the mirror glowing as I saw the same man from before staring at me with a huge smile making me smile back.
"Hi," We both said in a unison tone.
We giggled and he said, "You go first."
"My name is Maggie. You?" I asked.
"I'm Michael. Nice to meet you, Maggie." He smiled.
With that Michael and I learned to get to know each other halfway. He was SO COOL! I never thought that I would be talking to a celebrity inside of the mirror. He said he sold many records, has a home with a train, a zoo, and an amusement park too! Wow!
"Woah! You're cool, dude." I emphasized as he chuckled.
"Thank you." He smiled.
I looked at the time to see that it was already going on 11 as I frowned a little, "Hey Michael, I have to go. It's getting late." His happiness turned to sadness know that I have to go or I'll be tired in the morning.
"Will you come back tomorrow?" He asked with a pleading expression.
"Yes. I will return back tomorrow." I smiled.
"Okay. Does that mean we're friends?" He asked.
Friends? H-He really wanted us to be friends?
"You really want to be my friend?" I asked.
"Y-Yes! If that's okay with you?" He asked in an anxious tone.
"I would love to be your friend," I said placing my hand on the glass mirror as he was about to put his on mine when I heard Carrisa scolding at me for not washing those dishes. I groaned and Michael chuckled at my expression.
"See you tomorrow, Michael." I waved goodbye before the mirror transformed back to its normal stage.
Michael
I can't believe it...she became my friend! I twirled around a little smiling to myself that I finally found someone who really cares about how I feel. I honestly can't wait for tomorrow to see Maggie again.
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