Michael Jackson Imagines

"I never stood a chance, did I?" (Thriller)

 

1983

"I don't need you anymore!"

I feel the tears well up in my eyes, but push them away. His words hurt, but he was right. He didn't need me anymore.

My mother was the seamstress for the Jackson Family after Ms. Katherine decided to hire someone else to make the costumes for the boys. As a single mother, she brought me along to fittings, to design meetings, to everything. Because I was the only child that wasn't part of the family, Michael and I spent a lot of the time allowed together. I remember when he and I went to a party when we were teenagers, around sixteen, and all of his "friends" were much older. As years passed, my mother could not do all nine to eleven outfits for the family for awards shows, parties, or special events, and I stepped up as her assistant. I was more than proud of the royal style jackets I had created for my best friend.

I think back on the past several months. Michael and I were adults now. And I was left alone most nights as opposed to the almost constant movie nights and sleep overs we used to have. I would call and ask if he had any plans, maybe dinner and a movie, his choice. I would hear music and another voice in the background of his calls constantly. Someone calling him back to her. I spent those nights holding a pillow and missing my only childhood friend. I felt the distance growing with each passing day, but I thought the gap would close, or a bridge would be built across its chasm. I can't even remember how the argument had started. All I knew was I felt him drift away the one night we actually spent together. He kept checking the time, and I asked if there was somewhere he needed to be. I ended up getting upset, begging him to just let me go if he never had time for me. "Michael, if you have to be somewhere else, just go. It's not like you have time for me anymore anyways." It just escalated from there. "You wouldn't get it! You're not like me! You don't know what it's like to not be able to go anywhere without being mobbed.I have friends that I connect with and identify with because they get it. You're still normal. I don't need you anymore!"

"You've thought about this, haven't you?"

His head nods slightly, his upper lip stiff and his shoulders straight. "I don't need to always be with you anymore. The only reason we were friends in the first place is because you were the only one in my life my age outside of my family. I've grown up and grown out of you!"

With tears in my eyes at his truth, I let the tears fall down my face. I swallow the lumps in my throat and fail to keep the cracks out of my voice. "I never stood a chance, did I?" He grabs his hat and coat and slams the door behind him. I lose all tension in my body and slump to the ground. I scream and cry as I mourn the death of our friendship. 

Sorry for the the short chapter, but I've got a super long two parter coming up! As well as another thriller era imagine coming up. Stay safe and remember that you are here to change the world!

Lindsey