You endured the many reproaches and quarrels of your parents again. More precisely, mother and grandmother. They were deciding how to properly raise you again. However, they didn't realize how cruel and overly harsh their methods were.

You locked yourself in your room again and just cried, wishing it would be over. You tried to fall asleep, but a knock on the window prevented you from doing so. Reluctantly sliding out of bed, you went to the source of the sound and opened the window.

Hey, sweetie! Michael Jackson happily waved at you with a joyful, wide smile and came closer to the window, standing on tiptoe.

After a few moments, his face became serious.

Have you been crying again? His voice faltered, but there was sympathy and pain in his eyes at the same time. Give me your hands, please.

Warm palms instantly covered yours.

Everything will be fine. I'll get you out of here very soon. And we'll be together. Forever. Just don't cry.

The King of Pop music sighed and took off his black hat, placing it on the windowsill.

I will protect you.

A light wind blew his long black hair. And the concert costume gave Michael Jackson a fabulous look, as if he had stepped out of a fairy tale or was the most beautiful angel you've ever seen in your entire life.

You'll be with me. I swear. The soft voice slowly faded away on the last word.