tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

February 7ᵗʰ ─ 12:30 ᵖᵐ

I'd spent an hour, thinking over the mission I was assigned. At first I was going to ignore it. Then I think back to everything 'mask man' has done. Breaking Richard's wrist, who deserved it. Putting James in the hospital, beating Michael to a bloody pulp, near death.

I couldn't ignore this.

So here I was, dressed in all black, black boots I used for the winter, a black turtle neck, the trench coat. My hair tied into a bun and the mask over my face. I sighed, hating the way I looked.

Michael let me in on a little secret, the first month he came to live with me. He told me all the doors with security cameras and alarms.

So now I knew which doors were locked down and tight with security. Which, I hated and loved at the same time.

I crawled through a whole in the gate, my feet touching Neverland soil. I sighed in relief, pulling my mask up and scurrying over to avoid the cameras. I was on the side of the Neverland house, the coat really heavy on my arms.

I climbed up the wall until my hands found the window ledge, I winced, afraid I'd fall as I eased up the window. Slowly I threw myself into the window. I landed on cold tile.

Slowly, I got to my feet. Smiling at my victory, and then frowning. I was in a bathroom. Not just any bathroom, Janet's bathroon. I saw a cd of her 'Rhythm Nation' on the sink. And a few pictures of her on the mirror.

And the toothbrushes were pink & purple. I closed my hand on the bathroom knob and clicked it open.

I was now in a bedroom, a large bedroom. With striped wallpaper and a purple carpet. The large bed was polished wood, a snoring alarmed me. I whirled around and saw a sleeping Janet. She was beautiful, I wish I looked at her. She was good, innocent, clean. Unlike my lying ass.

I took my eyes off Janet and tip-toed toward the door.

"Michael, who is she?"

I turned, but Janet's eyes were still closed. And she shifted over in bed. When I realized she was sleeptalking, I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

After opening the door, I was in the corridor. How the hell was I supposed to find a painting here? I didn't know.

I dragged myself toward the door at the end of the hall, opening it.

My eyes widened.

It was another bedroom, except this one was bigger in size. There was a balcony, the wallpaper was a golden color, and the floor was wooden planks. The bed was tall, silky brown sheets and a frilly duvet.

But it wasn't the room that surprised me.

It was the person in it.

Michael was in the bed, the blankets kicked down to the end of bed so I could admire his stripe blue and gold pajama bottoms. His eyes were closed but he didn't look peaceful.

I strode across the room, my aching hands giving in. I stood on my tiptoes and laid a hand on his cheek. Then, his features softened.

I remembered my mask was pulled up so...

I leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips.

Then I moved my hand from his face and sighed.

Mask man hadn't forbidden me from advantages.

When I was ready to leave the room, the mantle piece caught my eye. Just above the piece, was a golden-framed photograph.

This was it.

This is it.

A smile broke across my face.

I'd never been in Michael's room before, so I didn't know where anything was. I took a quick look around before finding a chair, I dragged it over to the mantle. Stood on it, and pulled the photograph free.

When I had pushed the chair back, I headed back toward Janet's bedroom so that I could get into her bathroom.

When I heard voices.

They were coming from downstairs, so I was safe.

I recognized one of the voices instantly. Katherine, Michael's mother.

"I'm sorry, Shay, Michael's asleep." Katherine was saying.

The other voice was softer, younger. "But, I just need a minute with him."

"He's asleep, Shay. And I'm pretty sure if he were awake he wouldn't want to see you anyway." Katherine admitted.

There was silence. "Okay, I'll leave." The soft voice said.

I shook my head, what an eeries conversation.

But the one question running through my head.

Who is Shay?

Pulling my mask down on my head, entering Janet's room, crossing the carpet into the bathroom. I climbed into the window, holding the frame tight in my hands as I leapt for the ground. My ankle twisting as I did, I let out a small yelp.

I covered my mouth, waiting for any sound.

But it didn't.

I was thankful.

I got to my feet, compacting the photograph in my hands before headed down the walkway. I got through this. Thank god--

"Excuse me?"

I whirled.

Scared.

Shocked.

A bit angry.

Shay.

She definitely looked more different than her voice, now that I see her face. She has pretty red hair and bright green eyes.

"SECURITY!" She yelped when she saw what I was wearing, and holding. I shook my head, pleading with my eyes.

It was useless.

I took out in a run, stumbling with my feet. I limped, when I crawled through the gate. And disappeared behind the trees.