The beeping of the machines I was linked to only increased my state of panic, as a nurse put an oxygen mask over my mouth and nose. It was hard for me to breathe at that point, as I didn't understand what was happening to me. I tried my best to iden...
I arrived in the empty bedroom, dragging my feet as tiredness invaded my whole being. This whole conversation with LaToya and Hayden drained me from all of my energy. My sister-in-law was confused and asked a lot of questions. She seemed fascinated and scared all at once, but we were used to this kind of reaction.
It was always complicated to explain how this gift we shared with my brother worked. Not only because most people never believed this kind of ability actually existed, but also because it was complex. The death-related part, the soulmate myth, the visions, the comas caused by them... all of this was the basis of our ability, and it was always complicated for us to explain it to others without scaring them away. I didn't succeed with John, but with time, Hayden and I managed to approached this in a different way — a more confident one. Thanks to our previous experiences, I knew LaToya went to bed with a thousand more questions in her head, but without fear.
When I dragged myself upstairs and noticed Michael wasn't in bed, I sighed heavily and left the room again to go look for him. No matter how tired I was, I felt the need to be by my husband's side. I didn't bother look for Michael around the house, as I perfectly knew where he was. As the tour was getting closer and closer, I was aware that he would spend the next few weeks in the dance studio, rehearsing his dance routines and try to perfection them.
When I arrived there, Michael was standing in front of the tall mirror with low music playing in the background. It wasn't loud as it usually was, which let me know that he was in the middle of yet another creative streak: he needed to listen to his own thoughts and not be distracted by the music. I stopped at the entrance of the large bright room, and leaned against the door frame with my arms crossed on my chest as I watched him move from afar. His slender silhouette was effortlessly moving from one side of the room to another, which never failed to amaze me. I could have stayed there watching him for hours.
He pressed a button on the remote he took from the ground along with a towel, and the music stopped, which was my cue to finally show myself.
"I thought I told you to rest, Michael Jackson," I said, walking further into the room, my arms still crossed on my chest. "You're aware that you're meeting with Jimmy Carter, and that you have to go, right?"
"Tickles! Oh my God, you scared me half to death!" he exclaimed, a hand over his beating heart. "For how long have you been standing there?"
"Just a few minutes," I shrugged, a little smile appearing on my face. "And for how long have you been in here?"
"I-I don't know," he chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. He looked down at his watch, and his eyes doubled in size. "How come is it one in the morning already? There's no way I've been in here for three hours straight. I just got here!"
"I can assure you, it's been that amount of time," I chuckled, shaking my head slightly at his silly self. "How come you're not in bed already? You have to be at the airport at ten."
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