tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

February 8ᵗʰ ─ 12:40 ᵖᵐ

⊱ Janet's POV

This was different, nothing like the times Michael broke his arm, foot or leg. This time it actually felt like he was going to leave me, leave us.

I want Michael to know that we're here for him, that we're going to be here when he wakes up. My arms are folded, I'd been wearing a knitted pink sweater that was inside out because I could care less about my clothing.

Unlike everyone else I hadn't wanted to sit down, I hadn't wanted to knock my knee back in forth, waiting patiently for news about my brother.

That's almost exactly what Diana was doing right now, she was wearing a black tank, her skin smothered with goosebumps. I'm pretty sure she was freezing but I could see she didn't care.

Diana's arms were also folded, except she was sitting back in the waiting room. Her eyes were wide with fear, shock and anxiety, I can't imagine how she was feeling. Especially with Michael's blood smeared on her face, clothes and arms.

I can't imagine it at all. I lean against the wall, remembering blankly what happened back at the Ranch that caused Diana's silence.

"Michael!" Diana screamed, her throat raw. I watched her crawl over to my brother, his eyes closed and blood flowing underneath him. Diana grabbed him, slipping in his blood and shrieking.

I watched her scrub her hands through his hair, tears welling in her pretty little eyes. "Michael, please--wake up." She gasped between cries.

I was frozen, as the paramedics lifted him with a clean white sheet now stained red. I watched Diana panic-stricken holding onto his hand as they rolled him from the Ranch's grounds.

I saw my brother's eyes flutter open for just a second, staring at Diana, a small smile flickering across his pale face.

"I love you." Michael murmured before his eyes went back to whites, and I watched Diana's face become a blank space as she released his hand.

She hadn't spoken since.

And I can't blame her.