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"Michael, you okay? The march starts in about 2 hours and I'm SURE it's like 10 thousand people here already..." Michael's personal assistant, Alicia Faye whispered. Michael shook his head and sighed. "Faye...I don't think that you can ever be okay in a situation like this...you just have to fake it till it's over...then go on living life with a hole in your heart, and a missing piece of your soul that can never be filled by anything else in this world..."
Michael wiped his face and exposed what seemed to be fresh scarring on his right arm and wrist, catching Faye's attention. "Mike...what is that? On your wrist? Did you..." She started to ask but Michael Cut her off. "I didn't know what I was doing...I-It all hit me at once and I...I lost control!...I know it was pointless, because it won't bring Brandon back...just...do me a favor and maybe cover it up for me? But don't make it so obvious..." He asked sweetly. Alicia nodded, grabbed a black glitter glove and ran to her car for some cloth.
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*An hour later*
You showed up in a black and metallic dress. Similar to Michael's jacket. The twins were dressed exactly like Michael and your daughter dressed in a "Will I be able to grow up? " Onesie. The crowd clapped for you as you walked towards Michael...you pasted on a fake smile, just because you wanted to be strong for Michael...you knew how hard he was taking this. You actually walked in on him cutting himself! Tears rolling down his flushed cheeks...drops of blood fell from his torn flesh...He wasn't right and he'll never be the same. He basically grew up with Brandon! The two of you were teenagers when Brandon was born, 16 and Michael was 17...so of course today was gonna be hard! Burying any child is hard...but losing your first child to something like this?...Unbearable.
As you looked into the crowd, you spotted Prince, Whitney Houston, David Bowie, Diana Ross, Liz Taylor and many more important faces! You also spotted Brenda...the mother of your son's girlfriend, Manai, with tears running down her face. "Stay with your father boys..." You whispered to the twins. You laid the baby in Michael's arms and made your way to Manai's mother, who was bawling at this point and pulled her into a hug. "Manai sent me here...she can't come, but she promised to watch it on Tv..." She said nervously. "What? Why not? The world is looking for her!" You whispered back in confusion.
