CHAPTER 5….
SSSHHH DON'T TELL A SOUL
"Huh, what? What's going on, where am I?" Darkness surrounded the celebrity.
"You're in your mind." A girls voice said.
"My mind?" He replied. "How's that possible?"
"I don't know, just go with it ok?"
"Uhh, ok? So who are you? And, where are you?"
"I'm anywhere you want me to be. Just turn around if you wanted."
"Right, like that's going to-" He turned and there she was. "Woe! Ok, so maybe it does work like that."
"To answer your first question, I'm anyone you want me to be."
"Not that again."
"What? I don't have a name, give one to me."
"Um, how about Katherine Michael?"
"No way! You crazy? I'm not taking yours and your moms name together. I'm not even related to you two."
"Well, I don't know. Jhon?"
"Hello! I'm a girl!"
"Well, if you had a name, what would you want it to be?" The girl sat there and thought.
"I guess I would want it to be Katherine Waxon."
"I thought you said you didn't want the name Katherine?"
"I said I didn't want that and your name together. I quite like the name Katherine." Michael giggled.
"So why are you in my mind Katherine? If this is even my mind."
"I'm your conscious. And of course this is your mind."
"My conscious? And it sure is dark in here."
"Yeah you know, the thing that makes you feel guilty most of the time."
"I know what it is. I just didn't expect a little girl to be it."
"Well, I'm here temporarily. Your alter you got hurt in skateboarding. I told him it was a stupid idea but he never listens."
"Why send a little girl to be it though?"
"Many reasons why. But you have to find out on your own."
"How can I do that?"
"That leads me to the dark part of your mind."
"Huh?"
"Ugh, it's so dark in here because of all the guilt you have. The more guilt, the more darkness."
"Wow, and it's almost pitch black in here."
"Oh, we wouldn't want that."
"Why not?"
"If your mind becomes pitch black with guilt…well, let's just say you kick the bucket." Michael gasped.
"How does guilt do that?"
"Well you become so down and depressed with yourself either your heart goes out or you commit suicide. It's usually the second one. Those poor saps."
"I would never do that!" He thought for a moment. "Wait, why am I filled with so much guilt? And where is the little light I have left?"
"Gosh, do I have to answer everything?" She sighed. "Haven't you figured out by now? You were unconscious for two months, tomorrow is your birthday."
"Why was I-"
"You don't even remember!"
"Uhhhhhh, no."
"You doped yourself up on diprivan and . They pronounced you dead but a girl saved because you weren't really dead. There still trying to figure out what happened to you."
"Diprivan? Oh yeah. OH NO!!! How long ago was that? With the girl?"
"Today."
"How do you know all of this stuff?"
"It's a mystery isn't it?"
"Your not going to tell me are you?"
"Nope."
"Well, what about my second question?"
"You're full of questions aren't you?" She paused. "Well that relates to the first answer. You were so guilty about taking Diprivan and causing all of this. Your guilt has overcome you and only a small light exists still. You must overcome your guilt before you die again!"
"But I don't remember feeling guilty, I don't even remember all of what you're talking about except me taking Diprivan. How do I overcome it? I'm feeling guilty now, why?"
"Nature's taking its course. It's automatic. The only way to overcome it is to do something good. Like saying the truth about it all. And not hiding it either."
"Well, how do I get back to the real world?"
"Just follow that light over there. Go through it and you'll be free, free from your cursed coma."
"I'm in a coma?"
"Well what else would you be in for two months? Sleep?" Michael rolled his eyes and headed for the light.
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"He's waking up!" My voice came.
"That voice it seems familiar." He said as he opened his eyes.
"Well, I don't where, I've never met you in real life. Man I'm so nervous. Your family went to get sandwiches. They probably won't be back for a while. How about I go get them?" I said trembling. He looked at me strangely, he probably didn't mean to but it made me feel dumb. "I'm sorry."
"What's your name? You look like-"
"Katherine Waxon." Darn I interrupted him.
"Exactly! How'd you know?"
"Huh?" I didn't know what he was talking about. "I'm sorry but I don't know what you're talking about. That's my name Katherine Waxon."
"Oh, how'd you get out of my mind?" What?
"Uh, I was never in your mind sir." I think I made him feel stupid because he looked at me like holy crap.
"It must have been just a dream, I'm sorry." I turned around to leave but then I realized that I was in the same room as Michael Jackson. The only person I ever wanted to meet and I was in the same room as him. I turned back around and suddenly that fateful question came to my mind.
"I'm sorry sir, but did you really take Diprivan and O.D?" He looked down.
"Yes." I frowned and turned my head away. I couldn't stand it. So I just walked away, far, far away from the room.
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"Why do I feel better? I should feel worse. Shouldn't I?" He said aloud when the girl left.
"No." The other Katherine appeared on his chest. She sat Indian style and looked kind of faded.
"Why do you look like that? And why don't I feel you on my chest?"
"Because I'm not really here. You're just seeing me with your mind. No one else can see me besides you."
"Well, why do I feel better?"
"Because you confessed, and for that, some of your guilt went away. Good job."
"But didn't some come back? I feel horrible now."
"Great. Yeah, some did come back and now that light has gotten smaller! Learn to control yourself boy."
"What else do I need to do?"
"Well, do more good deeds, more helpful stuff."
"Wait, why do you and that girl have the same name and body?"
"If you haven't figured it out already, I'm her alter self. I'm left handed and my left bang is longer than my others instead of my right."
"Oh. Why are you here then?"
"Because she's the girl that saved you!!!"
"But why did-" He looked around and she was gone. Everyone was gone.
