tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

January 19ᵗʰ ─ 12:30 ᵖᵐ

I awoke with a searing headache, I cried out softly as the headache throbbed, I realized I was laying on a dingy cot. I looked around, I was still in the Police Department. Except I was behind bars in the holding cell. My hands were handcuffed, they hurt so bad.

I got to my feet, struggling to walk over to the bars. The Police station is nearly empty, except I see Det. Rodgers sitting at, what I guess is her desk, she is signing papers. Her lamp is the only thing on.

"Rodgers." I say, in a whisper.

She looks at me, scoffing while shaking her head. "Sit down, Diana. Go back to sleep, you're going to be here until tomorrow morning."

"Can you atleast get me some water?"

Rodgers shook her head. "You might use it to slip out of those handcuffs."

I recognized her sarcasm and shook my head. "Look, I'm sorry for running," I said, feeling a bit dizzy. "I know it was wrong, but I just...my Mother was lying."

"Then why'd you run?"

I looked down at my hand, it was empty. I always wore my grandmother's ring, sometimes I forgot it was on my finger. The clasp was shaped as a diamond. And now it was gone. "Because I knew you wouldn't believe me."

Rodgers sighed. "In a minute."

I sighed of relief, but I was feeling pretty dizzy right now. Like I could just doze off to sleep. Before I knew what was happening, my knees buckled and I was on the ground. My vision blurring.

The last thing I heard was the sound of my name, and I saw Rodgers dropping the plastic cup of water and rushing toward me.