CHAPTER 19…

IT'S HISTORY

Year 1993….

Mike slammed the door shut behind him and ran to his bed. He flopped himself down on it and cried. He wouldn't, he couldn't do this. He turned to face the ceiling.

"I haven't done anything wrong! Why do they accuse me?" He thought aloud.

"Because you're guilty." A woman's voice was heard. Mike turned to see a skinny, dark brown haired, dark brown-eyed woman standing there.

"I would never!" He replied.

"Shut-up Mike! I know the truth, what was it? The thought of me? You just couldn't stand that I wasn't there and you thought about those things so you acted!"

"No! I would never! Who are you?" The woman stared at him.

"It's me, Diana." Mike stared at her.

"Diana! Wait, why do you think that of me?"

"Come on Mike! It's all over the news! Don't say you didn't do it!"

"But I didn't!" They stared at each other. "Diana, everyday since you had left I thought about you. All those things you had gone through, I would never put a child through that, I swear on my life!" Diana looked at him. "I swear to God!"

"THERE IS NO GOD!" She snapped back. Mike was surprised. "If there was a god, he would protect us from danger, he wouldn't have put you and I through those horrible things!"

"God does things in weird ways, we have to fight our own battles, and we can't always depend on him." Diana stared at him. She started to tear and hugged him.

"Oh Michael! I just want us to be friends like the old times, I want us to love each other and be more then what we are!" Mike stared at her.

"But we can't."

"I know, I blew it. You're married." Mike looked down.

"We can still be friends." Diana sighed.

"No, we can't."

"But-"

"I told the police about my rape after that day 9 years ago. The man's arrested now, I saw you become a great man over the TV, and each and every day my heart would brake more because I knew I blew it." She stared at him. "And I did." Mike looked down. "That song, Dirty Diana, that's about me isn't it?" Mike looked at her. He nodded. She sighed. "I'm afraid this will be the last time I see you, ever." Mike looked at her.

"How so?" She stared at him.

"Because I won't ever return." She left and Mike looked out the window as she disappeared into the night.

Present Day: September 15th 2009

Paris and Blanket slipped into Murray's office. They looked around as Blanket saw a drawer open. He ran over to it and searched around in it. Paris looked through the files.

"Here it is!" She whispered aloud.

"What?" Blanket replied.

"Daddy's files, his patient files, what all the doctors wrote down about him, the schedule of his MRI's, C-scans and everything."

"Oh?" Blanket was confused. Paris rolled her eyes.

"It's important."

"OH! OK!" Blanket continued to search. Paris read through the file.

"Why does he have this? He's not even a doctor here." Blanket looked at her.

"I don't know, ask him."

"We can't ask him. Huh, strange, these aren't patient files, there schedules of events for Murray and him, by time."

"So? What does that mean?"

"June 24th, 2009; noon: wake Michael for rehearsal. Midnight: give Michael 25 mg of Diprivan?" She looked at Blanket.

"What about it?"

"Although Grandma didn't want us watching it, I watched a few shows talking about daddy's supposive death, it said that Murray should only give him 25 mg of that stuff to not kill him." Blanket looked down.

"So?"

"June 25, 2009; 1am: give 2 more mg of Diprivan if still awake. 2am: give 48 mg of Diprivan to finish job?" She turned to Blanket. "That's 75 mg!"

"Bad or good?"

"Bad."

"Oh, uh oh."

"Big uh oh, Murray is behind all of this! He was purposely killing daddy!"

"NO WAY!"

"Sssssh!" She looked around. "11am: yell for help. 11:30: wake the household. 11:45: freak out the kids." She clutched her fists.

"He was purposely trying to scare us!"

"Noon: perform CPR on bed. 2pm: dead." Paris threw the file down on the ground. "He was killing him right under our noses!" Blanket picked up the file and skimmed through it.

"What does August 28: ill Kath terns pants mean?"

"What?" She looked at them. "It says August 28: Kill Katherine's parents." She paused. "OH MY GEEZ! Murray is behind killing Kathy's parents!" Blanket gasped. "August 31: kill Katherine. It has it scratched out."

"Must mean since that didn't happen."

"September 1: send in Omer double?"

"Huh?"

"That wasn't Omer, it was someone that looked like him."

"Woe, creepy."

"September 1; 7pm: "Omer" kills Michael and kids. 8pm: kill Katherine. That's scratched out as well."

"Told you, it didn't happen."

"September 2: Kathy kills herself. What the heck? Kathy was going to kill herself?" Blanket shrugged. "September 8: Kill Billy by inducing drug." Paris was shocked. "Murray planned to kill Billy."

"That must be checked off, wait, so he would've known things about Diana."

"Daddy must've trusted Murray too much." She kept reading. "September 12: Melancholy induces drug into Michael at funeral." Paris was confused.

"Who?"

"I don't know, some dude at the funeral, but how did…" She paused. "The drinks! This dude must've put something in Daddy's drink to make him sick. September 12; 10pm: go into cardiac arrest, 11pm: die."

"It's scratched out?" She nodded.

"Look, it stops after that, but there are notes written here. Henry has plan. One more chance. Going to give me twice the bait. I want Michael and Katherine's heads. September 15: die forever." They stopped.

"Isn't that today?" Paris nodded. "We have to tell them!"

"But you'll never get the chance." They turned to see Murray as he hit them with a bat.

Year 2001…

The cool October wind blew on Mikes face as he walked toward the room. He had left his 4-year-old son, Prince and 3-year-old daughter, Paris behind. He took one last deep breath as he entered the hotel. People rummaged around and ran, not enjoying their moment of life. Mike's disguise was working; no one seemed to notice him. He walked up to the counter and said,

"I have a reservation, name's John Alba." The clerk typed the name into the computer.

"Ah yes! Here you are, room 196. Here's the key." He handed the key to him and looked at Mike. "Where is your bags sir?"

"Oh, um, I-forgot them, oh well." He walked down the ales as people passed him by, not knowing they had come just a foot away from Michael Jackson. He finally came upon room 196. He took a deep breath as he scanned the card in it and the door opened. He pushed it the rest of the way open to find darkness. Mike turned on the lights to see that woman he loved so deeply. Diana. He smiled and breathed. "Diana?" She looked up at him.

"Hello once again." Mike sat next to her.

"Diana, we're both 43, do you think this will work?" She looked into his eyes.

"Michael, I haven't seen you in 8 years. I've been waiting for this day when we could be-" She paused and kissed him. "More." Mike took off his disguise and they started passionately kissing. Then, you know what went from there.

Year 2002; February 21…

"He's here Michael." Diana called him over the phone. Michael rushed to the hospital and saw the young baby.

"Diana, he's, he's perfect." He said.

"Well, he has your looks." Mike giggled. "Am I done here?" Mike was surprised.

"What do you mean?"

"Mike, I love you, I truly do, but raising a kid is a lot of hard work, I know having one is. And, I'm sorry, but I'll probably punch one of those paparazzi people the first day they get into my face. I can't do it."

"But Diana, we were going to live as a family, just like we had promised each other so many years ago."

"That was you're fantasy. I don't do families." She looked down. "You got two kids already, he'll get along great with them." Mike looked at her.

"That's not what I'm worried about." She looked at him. "What about you? Every time we see each other, it's all about you, oh my poor soul on everything, Diana think about others for once!" She was quiet.

"Sorry, got to go." Then, she was gone.

Present day; September 15, 2009…

Kathy and Prince sorted through the doctor's files and drawers.

"Hey! This thing look familiar?" Prince asked as he pulled up the blue squishy thing.

"That was on Mike!" Kathy exclaimed.

"Yeah, why don't the police have it?" She thought. She skimmed Mike's files and found something.

"It says that Melancholy, that's this doctors name, examined him everyday and found nothing." Something caught Princes eye.

"What's that little piece of paper behind it?" Kathy pulled it out.

"Big plan today, kill all Jackson members." They were shocked. "What?" Suddenly they heard a cock of a gun. They looked up to see that doctor smiling evil at them.

"Peek-a-boo."

With Michael and Diana

"Where'd the kids go?" asked Diana.

"Kathy's in her room, the kids in the house." Mike replied.

"Um, no they're not." Mike looked at her.

"What?"

"I looked all over the house, they're not in there." Mike stared at her. "Oh! Wait a minute, I found this note, it says be back soon. Looks like Kathy wrote it." Mike still stared at her.

"Get in the car, I know where they went."