~~Chapter 2~~
~~The Unknown Index~~
I know, I haven't written ever since the incident with Sharon. I was doing a lot of thinking and a lot of recovering. Janet is fine; she is doing very well. She calls me more often and I think that's very sweet. From the book found with Jeff's body, not only have I learned things from it, it reminds me of how much bliss and happiness I had by loving Sharon. I have mixed emotions now. I realized that I felt a passion that I've never felt for anyone before...
Michael stopped writing for a moment. Staring at his bed, he felt his eyes start tingling, as if little drops were being sprinkled on the back of his eyeballs. The pillows on his bed began to rise in mid-air. Michael blinked and the pillows dropped. He turned his attention back to his journal.
...I don't know how I can do these crazy things by just reading it out of a book. But I think I'm going to keep practicing it. Just so I can learn what else is out there. The unknown.
Signed,
Michael Jackson
The phone rang once he signed his name.
"Hello?"
It was Tommy Matola.
"I'm sorry for getting angry at you. I didn't know you had so much on your mind."
"It's okay. Really." Michael said.
"So are you ready...to...you know..."
"Do the concert now?" Michael finished.
"If it's not too much to ask."
"No not at all. I'm ready to get back to my music."
"That's great!" Tommy said. "I got a limo prepared to pick you up. Just a gesture of my gratitude."
"Oh no, Tom, you don't have to--"
"All the dancers are in the limo, and since you got an idea of what's going on, one more rehearsal would do it, right?"
"Yeah but you don't have to pick me up. Really. It's okay. I'll be there."
Tommy paused. "Oh okay. Talk to you later then."
Michael hung up. He sat the phone on the desk and stared at it. He felt that tingling in his eyes and the phone lifted into the air. As he tried to move the phone on to the receiver, he heard something strange. They were voices. They were calling for him.
Michael....Michael....
Michael dropped the phone accidentally. It was as if about 15 ghosts were floating around him, trying to talk to him. The voices all echoed in his mind. Michael sat still for a minute. He knew he just couldn't me going crazy. Just stay still, Michael thought. and they will go away.
Michael...The voices hissed. We want blood...Michael's blood...
Michael tried covering his ears, but the voices continued. Eventually, they stopped. Michael tried to calm himself. "First, I wanted to marry a murderer. Next. I'm hearing voices. Maybe I AM going crazy..." After he got ready to go to rehearsal, he fixed himself a small salad to tie him over. He sat down and began watching the news on TV as he ate.
"A shocking accident has just occurred involving superstar Michael Jackson." A reporter said on TV.
Confused, Michael stopped eating and focused all his attention on the television.
"A black Rolls Royce, meant to take Michael Jackson to a concert rehearsal, has crashed on the express way. Apparently, a drunken driver accidentally hit the limousine off the road and into a tree. The limo caught on fire and eventually exploded. Everyone involved in the accident was killed."
They began to show live footage of the accident. Firefighters were putting the flames out and bodies were taken away in stretchers. Michael blinked. He couldn't believe his eyes. A reporter live at the scene then stated, "If Michael Jackson had been in the car, there would have been no possible way he would have survived."
Michael turned off the television. What is going on? He thought. It was as if fate was telling him something. The incident with Sharon, what the voices were saying, and now this. It was all adding up.
No,Michael, He thought. You are really meant to die...are you?