tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

March 18ᵗʰ ─ 12:00 ᵃᵐ

Was it wrong to think that Diana looked utterly sinuous, and meandering in her gloomy mourning dress? Probably. So Michael shifted his eyes from her to the company of suited and gowned Jacksons.

But then his gaze slid right back to her, the Cartwright "princess", his father called her that as they prepared for her mother's funeral.

Diana had arrived to the P.Y.T Cemetary with her brother, Joshua and her cousin Vanessa, whose mother had died of cancer also.

Michael was glad his brothers, Jackie, Marlon and Jermaine had joined him to the funeral. Though Charles looked heedless about Freya's passing.

When the Cartwrights arrived at the tombstones, Diana pulled a bouquet of crimson flowers from behind her back, Sitting them up against her mother's stone that read: FREYA WESLEY CARTWRIGHT 1954 - 2014

Michael hadn't seen her face up close before when she was walking, but now he did and he wished he hadn't. Her face was vacant, any emotion washed away. But the make up was there, and he was sure if it were her choice she wouldn't have worn it.

She cleared her throat, clearly avoiding eye contact with him and he didn't know why. "My name, is Dirty Diana."

Michael took in a sharp breath, and while shocked looks were being shared with the Jackson's, his father Charles was smirking in amusement.

He knew it was absolutely wrong to want to throttle his father in the moment, but the urge would not repress. Michael balled his fists.

"And we're gathering for the death of my mother, Freya Cartwright," Diana sighed, her voice empty and her body limp. "And my mother has raised me since I was a baby," I watched her moving closer to the tombstone, obviously aware that every eye was on her. "She trusted me, and she loved me. And I was too afraid that when the time came I could never tell her that the man she was sleeping in bed with every night was also sneaking down into his stepdaughter's bedroom to molest her."

Michael had never been so angry, and sickened before. But whenever his thoughts would topple about Richard, he'd remember that the guy was dead and that he was the one who killed him.

Diana looked on the verge of tears. "I treated her very badly the last time I saw her before the hospital," she sucked in a breath, holding back the tears. "And she did the same on her part, but while she was extremely sick and dying. I was...having sex, getting arrested and making headlines."

His body tensed with guilt and shame for some reason.

"So, mother, who I loved dearly despite my newfound guilt and understandment that I am Dirty Diana, I am sorry for my filthy, disrespectable and impure actions. Rest in peace." The woman nodded at us before turning on her heel and walking off.