tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

March 4ᵗʰ ─ 4:30 ᵖᵐ

"Michael." I shrieked, kneeling beside him and removing his hands from Richard's stone cold body. "He's dead."

I have never seen Michael so freaked out, his eyes were wide and he fell back against the wall, wiping his face, only for blood to smear on his forehead, cheeks and hair. "I did this." He whispered in realization.

Janet looked pretty freaked, but she still managed to rush over and kneel beside her brother. "Michael, he deserved it."

"B-but we don't get to choose who lives or dies!" Michael panicked, standing and pushing away my outreached hand. "Mom taught us that."

Janet sighed, getting on her feet. "I know she did, but you made a mistake. Everyone makes mistakes."

"This is not a mistake, this is murder! He's not going to get up." Michael stared deeply at Richard whose eyes were wide with death.

"Oh, Janet." I said, as my eyes caught a police cruiser outside the window. "We need to hurry up out of here." I said, standing.

Janet stopped me. "Before we do, we need to have never been here."

I shook my head, understanding and slowly reaching over for the gun, it was hot and moist to the touch. I brought it to Richard's dirty bathroom and wiped it down with soapy tissue.

I left it in the sink, and shut the door.

"Okay." I breathed, watching Michael lean against the window, staring at the police exiting their cars.

"The body." Janet said. "We need to do something."

We didn't need to. But we did.

Janet and I somehow got him on the unmade bed, pulling the blankets over his body. "Michael! Come on!" I shouted, hearing voices down the hall.

He didn't say a word back to me, as the three of us exited the room and rushed down the hall. Hopefully no one noticed he was Michael Jackson, and that there was blood all over him.