tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

January 25ᵗʰ ─ 6:30 ᵖᵐ

Michael had awoken a few days ago, but I was unable to see him, Apparently, they locked down his room with guards. I know it's for his protection but I really need to see him.

I need him to tell me what happened to him.

Okay, that was an excuse.

I just want to see him.

I unwrap the towel and dress in a blue turtleneck and a black frilly skirt. I sigh, not really caring what I look like today. And just let my hair go unbrushed.

A knock on the door surprises me. I exit the bathroom, grab a jacket and head toward the door. "Lisa." I say surprised, as I open the door.

Lisa pushes past me, carrying a briefcase. "We have to go down to the police station." She tells me, breathing deeply.

"What?" I am so disappointed. I thought it was over.

"It's willingly or unwillingly, not my choice," she sighs, clutching her hair and looking over at me. "Look, I don't care if you did or did not do it, I'm getting you out of this."

I grabbed her shoulder, slowly turning her to me. "But I didn't...do it."

She's silent. And avoids what I said. "There's still the abduction charge."

"I didn't abduct him." I said, so tired of these allegations.

She sighs. "Diana, I don't want to hear about that--I don't want to hear about doing it, or not. I just want to get this over with."

"Who hired you?" I asked, suddenly realizing.

She smiles slightly. "Your mother."

Wow, I never expected her to do this for me.

Must be the fatal concussion. And the coma.

"So, come on, Diana." She sighs. "Let's go down there."