There was a girl, standing in the middle of what seemed the biggest mess of the century. Her hand's skin was torn and bled, blood drops running along and pooling on the floor. She took a large, very expensive-looking vase from one of the very few tables which still stood and crashed it against a wall. The china smithereens flew around and some of them banged into her skin. She yelled a name in deep rage, and within the next few hours she destroyed anything standing whole around.
Tears and blood soaked her face and clothes, torn fabric showing her stained skin. She dropped herself to the floor, never minding the glass shatters which hurt and burn as they stuck into her tender flesh. She stared into the mirror which covered the huge wall, the only thing around still not reduced to smithereens, and saw herself covered in what was left of her clothes, and soaked in her own crimson blood.
Hidden behind the door, a couple of teens stare at their sister, so terrified they cannot backup. One has dark blonde hair falling to his neck and dark honey eyes, and his features somewhat resemble the girl inside, despite she's much prettier and her hair is dark hazel and her eyes blue. He must be around twenty one. The other one, instead, must be around fifteen, and his features mix black and the tiniest bit of white race. His skin is cinnamon, his hair long, straight and dark black, his eyes wide, ebony-coloured. He's truly handsome, and looks much like his father. They're whispering, let's hear. "Hey Prince, do you think this'll end today this year, or is she going to bring the whole house down?" "Dunno Mike, this is not only for dad's death anniversary, she'd just cut herself...what the bitch's told her must be really big..." "She's ur mom, really, why do you call her that?" "I have no mum, I've told ya, Blanket, as you don't: we're dad's..." "Shhh, she's talking"
Well, truly talking is too much to say. She screams the greatest insults against the person Prince's named bitch, and who currently is Deborah Rowe, for if you want to know, and then she yells how could she do something like that to her father, because he is, despite the horrid whore says neither her nor her brother are his sons. She cheated on him twice, she yells, and she made him believe we were his! With this she takes off her high steel-heeled boot and throws it at the huge mirror wall.
It creaked and then shattered into pieces, but not as tiny as the others. When a sharp big piece of glass slices her throat upside down, she doesn't scream in surprise or pain. She just falls to the ground, blood leaking and soaking everything, thick and warm. And she doesn't care, because it's not Michael's blood, the blindfold's fallen from her eyes and she watchs it spill and run for a couple of seconds before there is nothing she can see.
Michael tries to scream and go, but Prince retains him. "There's nothing we can do, but to leave her rest."
Author's note: No, I don't want her to die, yes, these are MJJ's kids. The one I call Michael or Mike is Blanket, cuz he's too grown to be called that but for his bros sometimes. He's named Prince Michael, since there's another Prince and he resembles his father I call him Michael. Have u noticed I hate Debbie Rowe? Ur right! This is set on 25th June, eight years after. Debbie's a cheater cuz Paris and Prince are obviously not his sons biologically but he thinks otherwise. YES they're his cuz he loved them and groomed them.