Human Nature || Michael Jackson

Hanna Turner was sick and tired of the loneliness.

Her parents were nothing but shadows drifting in and out of the house, completely exhausted. Her brother, barely a year older, treated her as if she were invisible. No one saw her. No one listened to her.

So, she hid away among the books her mom would buy her, as well as those old movies.

Until Michael arrived.

The boy who carried the very same demons, who understood her pain. The first one to look at her as if she actually existed.

Her Michael.