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Jan. 5th
10:30 pm
"...And we'll be back after these messages." James Bartholomew, the dark-haired News Reporter smiled charmingly into the camera before the screen switched to a Toyota commercial.
We'd been watching 24HOUR News all day, trying to get more information about his "disappearance," but they just repeated the same things just in different approaches.
I rolled over in the bed to see that Michael's eyes were closed, and he was snoring softly. I reached and brushed away tangled curls from his cheek.
I snuggled into the blanket and shut my eyes in the darkness.
"Diana Wesley Cartwright!"
My mother's voice boomed through my eyes, I opened my eyes scared, eyes wide with fear as I took in my surroundings.
We were still in the Hotel, the TV was blaring loudly and I looked to the side to see that Michael was still by my side.
It hadn't been real.
I breathed in deeply, brushing sweaty hair from my forehead.
I'd only imagined my mother's voice. With a shaky sigh of relief, I scooted over to Michael and buried my face into his shoulder.
I didn't have another nightmare.
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tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)
FanficDiana 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.
