{Edited}
Dec. 25th
8:22 am
"Why good morning, Diana. How'd you sleep?" My mother greeted me as I entered the Cartwright kitchen, my hair messed and my clothes wrinkled.
"Well."
I lied, in reality I hadn't gotten any sleep. I was afraid of what I'd dream of.
A thought went through my head. "Shouldn't you be resting, Mom?"
"Oh no, don't start." She placed a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me at the table and my mouth watered in hunger. "Gloria's been talking like that all day and I just can't take it anymore."
I nodded. "I'm just worried." When another thought flashed through my mind I suddenly had no appetite. I stood and approached my mother at the stove. "Are you...terminal, Mom?" I asked, in a whisper.
I was so scared. I don't even think I want an answer but too late.
"Don't you ever ask me that again, Diana Wesley Cartwright. Don't you ever."
She slammed the spatula down on the counter and stormed out of the kitchen.
In a way, a part of me was glad she turned down my question. I didn't want to know.
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FanfictionDiana Cartwright helped Michael Jackson escape his world of fame, unaware that he is being harassed by a man in a mask. Sticking with him she is thrust in a world of pain, lies and romance.
