Lisa drove me back to the house Michael and I used to live at, and parked on the curb. "Thanks." I say, stepping out of the passenger's seat, I turn toward her. "For everything."
"No problem." She says, and then drives off. I look at my car, I think about driving to the hospital to see him. But I'm so tired.
So I walked inside, shut the door and went to sleep.
I dreamt--I dreamt about him.
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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.
