You sighed heavily, standing in the bathroom and thinking about the meaning of life. About how cruelly and mercilessly your existence is lost and people around you only cause emotional and physical pain. There were too many questions that you couldn't answer or even predict. It was all over. Now you were standing with a kitchen knife at the sink, looking at your reflection, deciding your fate. Your parents had left to visit relatives a few hours ago. No one could disturb you. Except for a phone call. Again, it's not the right time!

You took one last look at the bruise on your shoulder and the few bruises on your legs. There was a scratch on your right arm, just above the elbow. Frustrated, you threw the knife into the sink and returned to your bedroom. After straightening your pajamas, you finally answered the phone.

Applehead is calling little cherry. He laughing a little.

Aw, hi, Michael. You blushed when you recognized his deep soft voice. Your idol was talking to you on the phone again, just like he did a week ago.

As he continued to ask questions, you tried to answer quickly, but your trembling voice and tears streaming down your cheeks gave you away.

Hey, what's wrong? Are you crying? Answer me, little cherry. You bit your tongue and returned to the bathroom, closing the door and staring at your pathetic reflection. You looked at the knife again.

But then memories flooded your mind. Your first encounter with The King of Pop music and first concert. Your trip to Neverland. Heart-to-heart conversations. Feeding fawns and llamas. Sacred tree. Interviews. And a lot more things related only to him. The only person who meant the whole world to you, salvation, blessing, understanding and acceptance. Only him. Michael Jackson.

I'm coming to you right now.

The photo shoot will have to be stopped urgently. The singer left the studio and quickly got into the car, ordering the driver to get to your house immediately. Michael silently prayed to all the gods that you were all right. Nothing mattered to him right now except for your well-being.

Jackson quickly adjusted his hair, tie, and sunglasses sincerely thinking that he could do everything possible to save you. On the way, he bought you a gift. Soon Jackson was already at your door. Strangely, it was not locked.

Michael entered the house and heard quiet sobs from the bathroom.

Honey, this is Michael.