We Are The Last People You Would Ever Expect To See (Michael Jackson Story)

I had my whole life ahead of me and this had to happen. It's amazing how your whole life can change just by the action of one person. There is always those moments where you say
"Ah, that wont happen to me. That happens to one person out of a million."
But you end up being that one person. It's strange how the world works sometimes.

I sat in the chair watching myself laying on the bed. Hearing my own heartbeat. Seeing my own eyes closed. Yea, I hardly believe it myself. But being in this state....this strange experience that I can't even begin to describe. I wasn't sure if I was just a ghost or just, you know, wandering until my body needed me back. And I know that probably makes no sense to you at all, it hardly makes sense to me.....and I'm the one thats going through it.
Alright so you're probably wondering what happened to me. Well, let me tell you.

flashback

I walked across the busy street in Los Angeles. I had just seen the courthouse and I saw all the Michael Jackson fans, and Conrad Murray supporters earlier.
I was so distraught over Michael's death, and it shocked me that the person that he trusted was the one who killed him. How sick is that? Sometimes I wished I could just trade places with Michael. He didn't derserve that. No one does.
I was on my way home. I had just gotten dinner and I was exhausted from working almost all day.
I neared one more street that I had to cross before entering my house. I looked both ways and walked across on the sidewalk. Tomorrow I hoped would be a better day. I placed one foot on the curb and was about to step up.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw two bright lights. I heard the engine accelerate. I never had time to move fast enough.
Pain hit me like a freight train as the car hit my legs, making me flip and hitting the car's windshield. I flipped over the car and landed on the concrete hard.
I screamed in agony and lifted my head to watch the car speed away. No attempt to help. No attempt at anything but driving away like a coward.
I laid on the pavement in pain. I felt blood pouring from my leg and whatever other injury I had. I couldn't move my legs. They hurt so much as I was sure they were broken.
I felt hadns on my back and i whimpered in pain.
"Call an ambulance!" I heard the person shout.
I lifted my head and looked acrossed the street to see a figure with his head turned away from me.
He slowly turned his head towards me.
"Michael?" I whispered.
He gazed at me with sorrowful eyes.
The pain drifted away from me and I felt as if the ground had fallen from underneath me. I felt weightless. Like a feather. But I still couldn't move. I couldn't move towards Michael.
He gazed at me for another long moment, then I watched him fade into the air itself.
Michael. Dont leave me. I cried in my mind.
It was painful enough the first time.
My vision started fading and my outstretched hand fell to the ground. I spiraled into darkeness as the last thing I saw was the ambulance lights as it approached.

end of flashback

So there you have it. That's what happened. Getting hit by a car, I can assure you is the last thing on my list. Shoot. It's not even on my list. I am not sure what I am supposed to do now. Wait? Wander?
I heard commotion coming from outside my room. I saw a bunch of nurses pushing another girl on a gurney towards the E.R.
I wonder what happened.
My curiosity peaked and I followed them, since I had nothing better to do anyway.
They put her in a room and I walked in only to see the girl in the same position as me. The nurses worked on her body and she watched them with the same look I had when I watched them perform on me.







Hey! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I am sure Jessica's is gonna be totally awesome!
~Sandi.