tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

January 11ᵗʰ ─ 12:30 ᵖᵐ

I peeled my eyes open, they were sticky with tears. Michael and I had fallen aslep on the bed and now I was alone, his place on the bed vacant. 

The room was so dark I could barely see my hand in front of me.

I sat up, and leaned over to flick on the light. The TV was turned off, I looked over to the bathroom and saw the light was off. A white piece of paper was folded on the desk.

My stomach did a flip flop as I grabbed it, my hands shaking. I opened the note.

I'm sorry, Diana, I can't keep doing this to you ~ MJ

I panicked. Seriously, I let out a gasp and jumped off the bed, grabbing a light jacket and raced from the hotel room. I ran through the candlelit halls, nearly tripping over my feet.

I saw the dark hair, the tallness and the broad shoulders.

 I sighed of relief. 

"Michael!" I shouted, and he turned toward me. He was wearing a black leaher jacket and his usual jeans.

When it was comfirmed that it was him, I grinned widely, I tore across the Hotel hall and jumped into his arms. Burying my face into his neck.

I thought he was gone, I thought I wasn't going to see him again.

"I thought you were gone." I said, rubbing my face against the leather. My voice coming out muffled. My eyes shut. 

"I was leaving." He told me.

My eyes snapped open, I pulled away from him. "Wh--you were leaving?" He didn't answer and I was too shaken to think. "Why would you do that?" 

"Annie, the reason your face is on television is because of me. The reason people hate you is my fault. I'm not just going to stay and ruin your life." He actually sounded concerned for me. 

"So, you were just going to leave...and potentionally ruin my life?" The last sentence I said halfway to myself.

He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. "Diana-"

"No, no, you just want to leave. You're not thinking of me."

He stared at me incredulously. "No, Anni--"

"Don't call me that, it's not my name." I snapped, backing up from him.

"Diana," he said slowly. "That's not why, I promise."

"You promise?" I shoved him away. "You promised me you'd get me out of this! And now you're leaving?!" I lowered my voice when he cast me a warning glance.

"It's better this way, I promis--" He cut himself off, not making eye contact with me.

I spun on my heel and sprinted toward my hotel room, touching my face and realizing it was wet. I slam the door behind me.