Chapter 9

It was the same night the TV incident occured and Prince refused to sleep because he was afraid of having another nightmare. So he decided to bother Paris in her room.

"You act so childish. Just like a little 5 year old." In a mock motherly voice Paris said, "It was just a dream honey. Now go back to bed."

Prince laughed. He starting singing Ghosts. "Who gave you the right to scare my baby...she needs me-"

"And who gave you the right to interrupt my beauty sleep?" Paris finished sarcasticly. "No one of course." She added.

"The house is pretty dark." Priince said. "I dare you to go downstairs-"

"I'm not a baby. I can go downstairs at night."

"--to Michael's old room." Prince finished. He grinned.

"Stop playing with me."

"I'm not. And you can't refuse a dare." Prince said.

"I'm not into your childish games. And you're older than me? Ha! Someone lied to you."

PRince laughed. "Don't be jealous because you're too chicken. What? You believe Michael's GHOST is down there?"

"Shut up will ya? I'm not going ghost hunting okay?"

There was a silence. Prince thought for a moment and realized Paris was right.

"I'm sorry...I don't know what came over me."

"Right." Paris said, grabbing her novel from under her bed.

"It's just that..." Prince sat on her bed. "It won't be long now before the plans for Evan to buy neverland are finalized. As soon as next week."

"I know." Paris said.

"I know you don't want to do this 'Michael's Ghost' thing..but don't you think there is anything we can do to...stop this?"

Paris slowly put her book down. "You know, I've been thinking about it. And I've figured something out. Back in 93...you know when Evan did all that stuff to Michael? It was crazy back then. I'm sure dad was thinking and asking himself the same thing....' is there anything we can do to stop this?' ....and you know what? There was nothing. Nothing he could do to stop the lies, to stop the manipulation, to stop everything. Nothing. And i guess I realized that somethings you just can't control, no matter how bad you want to...and this is just one of those things."

Paris looked up at her brother and saw his eyes watering.

"What?" She asked.

"Nothing it's just that..."

"You know, it's just something we got to accept in life, ya know?" Paris added.

"Yeah but....dad wanted to change the WORLD....you know he had this vision of a better place and--"

"And now he's dead." Paris finished. "Is the world a better place? No. Was his time wasted? Yes."

Prince sighed. "I just thought there was something we can do. Doesn't aunt Jan and Uncle 'Maine realize what they're doing? this man destroyed michael's life....I mean...." He stopped.

Paris shrugged. "I know. I know."

"I just want him to at least let him know that all isn't forgotten. I don't want him to think we just forgot what he did."

Paris nodded. ". We could call him. We'd probably be in big trouble for it." She laughed.

"I don't care if we do." Prince said. Suddenly the lights went off.

"Damn," paris whispered. "I'm tired of this!"

"Paris calm down," Prince said.

"Leave us alone Michael!!" She screamed. "Leave us alone!"

Prince could here her voice break up. He knew she was now crying. "Paris, shhhh...." Prince reached for her hand in the dark.

"You're DEAD!" She screamed. "You're DEAD!" She hugged Priince and cried in his arms. "Leave us alone..." She sobbed.

THe lights flickered back on.

"It's okay..." Prince said. He looked up and gasped. On Paris' dresser was a mirror that had fogged up somehow. It seemed as if someone, with their finger, drew on the mirror a phone number.

"Thanks Michael," Prince whispered.

"Huh?" Paris asked, letting go of Prince. She wipped her tears.

Prince, with a big grin on his face, grabbed the phone on the nightstand. He dailed the number that was on the mirror that was slowly starting to fade away.

"I have a feeling things are gonna turn out okay," Prince said.