My mother was arguing with the doctor, shouting, crying and restraining herself from slapping the doctor. I thought maybe she would do it when in that moment Diana moaned loudly.
My mother whirled, so did I. The balls underneath Diana's lids darted back and forth and she cringed. A tear slipped from her eye.
"What's happening?" My mother asked Dr. Wales.
"It's very common in comas, she's most likely dreaming about something."
"Is it hope?" My mother asked, with light in her eyes.
Dr. Wales shook her head. "I'm sorry, no."
"WOULD YOU QUIT SAYING YOU'RE SORRY?!" Freya screamed.
"Mom," I cut in, walking over. "Talk to Diana." I grabbed her arm and led her to Diana's bed. "Tell her what you want to tell her."
She sighed, lowering herself into the chair beside Diana's bed. She releases a shaky breath. "I'm sorry, Diana. I lied." She whispered, brushing brunette locks from Diana's closed eyes.
"I love y--" I never would have gotten to hear the last of that sentence because in that moment, Diana gasped awake, and her eyes snapped open.
"Michael?" She said, and I scrunched my eyes in confusion.
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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.
