tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

January 22ᶰᵈ ─ 3:30 ᵖᵐ

None of the fans knew which hospital Michael went to, which is a blessing otherwise they'd be going crazy outside and I can't take that.

The one thing running through my mind was who did this to Michael and why? I was scared, scared that it might happen again.

I was dressed, they said I could leave the hospital. But I wasn't leaving. Not until I got to speak to Michael. I was pacing in the hall, Janet and Katherine were in the room with him.

I overheard the doctors last night say he was having trouble breathing.

Gosh, I wish I could just go see him now. But he only had family visitors. And I wasn't family to him.

The door to his room opened and I paused as his mother and sister stepped out, Janet had tears running down her face.

"...doesn't deserve this." Janet was saying, she caught sight of me and wiped away her tears, she strolled over to me, her mother behind her.

"Diana." She says firmly. "Thank you for telling me where my brother was." She said, nodding at me. "Even though I don't know how you did know, unless these rumors are true." She sighed. "I won't give you all my thanks because I don't know if you abducted my brother or not. When he awakes, we'll see."

I gulped. "He's-he's not awake yet?"

Katherine spoke up, I remember hearing her on the television, speaking about her son. "No, he hasn't awoken yet."

The Jackson women strolled away from me. Leaving me breathing loudly. I look around, there are no doctors in sight.

Thank you lord.

I tiptoe over to Michael's door, peeking at him. There was a tube in his mouth and his hair was strapped down with gauze.

My hand came to the knob, I nearly twisted it.

"Come here to finish the job?"

I whirled at the professional sound, my back to Michael's room. I shook my head at Detective Rodgers. "What do you mean?"

"I'm going to have to ask you to come with us, Diana." She said, and I realized that there was another Detective beside her.

"What's this about?" I asked, looking from the Detectives.

Rodgers stared at me. "Just come with us. We'll explain it all at the Police Station."

"Police station?" I gulp. "No, I'm not going back there."

Rodgers sighed. "Turn around, Diana." She said.

"For what?" I asked, softly.

She deadpanned me. "Just do it."

Before I knew what was happening, the male beside her spun me and shoved me against the wall, my face on the door. He locked handcuffs on my wrists too tight. "Just come with us." He said in a breathy voice at my ear.