When my eyes open, I am lying in a hospital bed. The walls are white, everything is white. Everything. Michael is sitting at the edge of my bed, brushing his hand along my cheek. "Michael." I choke out with a smile.
"Annie," he whispers, leaning forward to peck my lips. "You're alright."
There's something wrong here.
His hair, it's long, curly and shiny.
He'd cut it only a few days ago.
This isn't real.
"Is this a dream?" I asked, my lids suddenly feeling heavy.
Michael nodded, smiling at me. "Yes, a convincing one." He kissed the top of my head and patted my hair. "Wake up, Diana. Come back to me."
I want to.
So badly.
But I can't move, it's like my arms are strapped to the hospital bed as he walks away. "MICHAEL!" I shout, tears flooding my eyes.
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tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)
FanfictionDiana 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.
