tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

January 5ᵗʰ ─ 1:57 ᵖᵐ

{Edited}

Jan. 5th

1:57 pm

I needed some time alone, I wanted to think about my mother in peace so I had got me a hotel room.

Popping another block of ice into my mouth, I strolled past the CW channel and went straight for 24HOUR News, I dropped the remote on the hotel bed and waited.

As soon as the commercials went off a familiar looking woman appeared on the screen, I gasped at the recognition. "Michael had those huge, expressive, eyes. You couldn't say no to him." She spoke.

Oh, how could I have forgotten her. Janet Jackson! Michael's sister, who looks almost exactly like him.

Still, I was wondering why she was using past-tense, she couldn't have thought...Oh, god. Does she think he's dead?

I sat up on the bed, putting the ice bucket on the bedside dresser and pulled the duvet over my bare legs. I rested my head back while I listened to the television. I might actually fall asleep this way.

"It's been three months since the mysterious disappearance of Michael Joseph Jackson."

I let my eyes close, slowly drifting off, somehow the news anchor doesn't get quiet.

"It seems the Jackson family have finally caught a break in the disappearance," my eyes snapped open, I sat up straight on the bed, eyes wide.

A break?

"After checking the Neverland Ranch's security cameras, there seems to be a blue minivan caught on tape racing from the Ranch's grounds. The van belonging to 24-year-old Diana Cartwright who began working as a nurse at the singer's home, and was never seen at the Ranch the day Singer Michael Jackson went missing. She hasn't been spotted since."

I gasped.

I reached over for my purse and dialed in a number, I brought the phone to my ear when I heard the click.

"We have a problem."