The Dance Teacher(Michael Jackson)

Hearthache

Annie's Pov:
I must admit mine and my mother's talk made me feel a little better,but I still couldn't stop the tears falling down my cheeks.God,I could still feel the pain when I searched for My Michael the love of my life in the snow.I huffed.But when I saw his hand....His Ice-cold hand....I really thought it was too late,but I found a large branch and dug into the snow.I got his face free.He was still breathing!But he didn't react when I called his name.He didn't react when I slapped his face.He didn't react when I kissed his lips and said I'm sorry for slapping you,but you need to wake up your kids need you I need you.

I peeled his clothes off one at time.
Please wake up,Michael!.Please don't die on me on your kids I love you.

I put some pyjamas on him then I pull out all the blankets I could find except from one,over him.Luckily,there were quite a few.And I rubbed every piece of his beautiful slender body,to make his bloodstream flow.But before you think I'm a sick freak.No,I didn't touch that part of him.

I called his kids to come over to my house because the knew that the person laying in bed in hospital isn't their father.
They immediately came and saw their father laying on my bed next to fire place.Tears were falling down their cheeks and at that moment I started crying as well.
Paris hugged me and said:Annie,were did you found him?I slowly answerd In snow in my backyard.We were yelling at each other for something.And I said to him Leave and he did later.But it was snowing so hard outside.When I saw his hand sticking out of the snow.
Paris:Annie please don't  cry it's not your fault.My dad will wake up.Just pray...

After 3 hours have passed I look up and saw Michael opening his eyes and hearing his weak voice calling me and his kids....

To be continued