Michael Jackson | OO6

1993

Yes, it was that night, that devastating night where everyone, even his brothers, left him completely alone, abandoned.

Michael was at his most vulnerable, he was broken inside, devastated, defeated... He felt like he couldn't take it anymore, that he didn't want to go on, that he couldn't go on...

He was climbing his favorite tree, with a broken leaf between his fingers, he caressed it, as if for a moment, that leaf was him and someone else was taking care of it... As he longed for

He was drowning in tears, drool and snot running down his face, nothing could stop him from crying, he needed comfort from something or someone, but of course, at that moment, no one was there for him

I look at the moon, my eyes blurry with tears

“I’m a good person… But why am I so alone?”

He said, with a broken voice and his heart torn between his fingers

And as if it were a trick or a bad dream, a female whisper answers him

“Because you are not good enough for yourself”

She answered, yes, the moon

“Wait! How do you know that—...?”

He interrupted himself, after all, she was right, she sees everything

"You're right..."

He said, without anything else to say

×××

The next day, Michael woke up there, the house phone was ringing over and over again, scared he got down from the tree, ran to his office and grabbed the phone

"Yeah?"

He said, between breaks

“Mr. Jackson, I’m calling from the psychiatric center. I’ve been assigned to be your new psychologist. How are you feeling today?”

Who had signed him up? Why? And why did that voice sound so familiar? Why did that voice sound like the woman from yesterday?