tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

April 5ᵗʰ ─ 9:00 ᵃᵐ

Present Day

"It has been confirmed," Cheryl Kennon sighed. "Diana Cartwright was murdered in a bombing at the Metric Hotel.

After being taken hostage, along with many others, by two mask-wearing thieves, they strapped a timed bomb in a bag to her with duct tape...Her demise took place when the Hotel went up in flames."

Michael switched off 24HOUR News and rolled on his side, shutting his eyes while groping for warmth beside him. He shivered, pulling the blankets over his arms and biting his bottom lip to stop it from trembling.

"Are you cold?" The subdued voice had come from directly behind him, Michael transferred to the side, once he saw who the voice belonged to he lurched up, knocking the lamp on the floor.

She was beautiful in the dark, a wealth of brunette hair and fire-gold eyes that glowed. "Diana?" He breathed. "I thought you were-"

Diana was wearing a black strapless dress and she hugged her shoulders, making a soft sound. "I agree with you, this room is freezing." She laughed.

Michael blew in and out. "How are you here?"

"You're dreaming." She said, blowing a kiss with her hand. "But do you really want to wake up?"

He scrunched his eyebrows. "No, of course not." Michael smiled.

"There is doubt in your eyes." Diana's grace was like a cat as she slowly crawled over to him on the bed. "You want this to be real."

Hell yes. He thought. But it wasn't.

"I have to go." She said suddenly, scooting back.

Michael shook his head. "No, please, don't."

"I'm sorry."

Wait-

His eyes snapped open, Diana was no longer beside him and the television was on. Michael swallowed, breathing in and out.