The crutches weren't bad to me, they just weren't me at all. I wanted to walk, and I wanted to walk well like everyone else.
But I couldn't be me anymore. Not after everything that happened. I rolled my wheelchair into the hospital bathroom. I did this everyday since I'd awoke from the coma, picked up the handheld mirror and stared at myself.
Instead of being invited to the usual dark brown curls and chocolate brown eyes, I was welcomed to a flow of blonde hair, including the blue contacts.
My father was right, after last night, everything he'd said was true. I sighed, remembering exactly what he'd said:
"What are you doing to me? Get out!" I screamed, trying to stand, but I flopped back down on the hospital bed in pain.
Milo sighed. "Diana, what are you going to do when you get out of this hospital, huh? You're just going to go running into Michael's arms and be welcomed into the Jackson arms?"
I didn't make a sound.
"Have you ever thought about it and realized that everything that's happened to Michael is all your fault?" Milo said.
My eyes bloomed with tears. "You don't know anything about us." I muttered, wishing I could turn over in bed and cry my eyes out.
"I know enough. I know my daughter, I've been paying enough attention to you."
"Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?"
Milo didn't take a second to speak. "I want my daughter out of the tabloids, I want her off of the TV screen. I don't want your story to become a headline. They lie, Diana, they lie.
How do you think Michael is going to end up if you're with him? He's going to be broken and sad in his last days.
I don't want that to be you, and if you don't want that to be him, then you'd better start looking at things clearer."
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tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)
FanfictionDiana Cartwright helped Michael Jackson escape his world of fame, unaware that he is being harassed by a man in a mask. Sticking with him she is thrust in a world of pain, lies and romance.
