My heartbeat was in my ears, pumping life through my entire body, I was wearing a pink sweater and a white skirt over tan stockings. I thought I looked like Marilyn Monroe.
My hand reached out and pulled on the cold knob of the Gale Police Station, I headed inside, nearly getting my hair stuck in the door.
The room was full of telephone rings, desks and detectives. I slowly walked forward, my flats making no sound. I was ready to run back to the door and leave but I couldn't do that.
Michael and I hadn't fully talked it out yet, but I had left him in the hotel bed to do this, I wanted this to finally be over. My name to be cleared from any suspicion of a crime that was never committed.
A pretty woman, she had dark brown hair almost just like mine, except hers weren't as tangled and frizzy. I headed toward her, and tapped on her shoulder.
The woman turned around slowly in question, but then the sweet expression on her face changed and she folded her arms over her chest.
"Excuse me, I'm—"
I saw the sticker on her chest that read Detective Rodgers. "I know who you are," she interrupted, raising a wicked eyebrow. "I've been looking for you, Diana Cartwright."
Gulping, I never knew it was this serious. "Well I guess I found you instead."
"Guess so."
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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.
