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At Last (Part Twenty-nine)
This is my last part of this story, so I hope you enjoy this. i will be coming up with another story soon, so just wait and see what I have in store for ya next time! Wanna dedicate this to mjsite peeps out there, MJ, those over in Japan, and Elizabeth Taylor, who died a couple days ago. Rest in peace. Enjoy! ---------------------------------------------------------------- *Six years later, May of 2002* It was then the early Spring of 2002, and on that day, I was standing by Lake Neverland, when my then 13 year old Mike, my nine year old Natalie, and my five year olds Natasha and Brian sprint from the zoo in the Spring sun. Me: Hey! Stop runnin', will ya? Brian: But, Mommy...(catching his breath) That guy's here. Me: What guy? Natalie: The guy interviewing Daddy. Me: Martin Bashir's here? (yelling) Michael! He's here! Michael: (runs out) Okay. I want all of you to be on your best behavior. Me: Mmm hmm. Listen to your father. Michael: Um...that includes you, Felicity. Me: (turns head to him) What? Michael: Every time I'm interviewed, you always almost threaten them if they ask me certain things. Me: Hey, I'm just tryi-- Michael: (trying to get out of the situation) Hey, he's here. Me: (gives him the look) A silver convertible drove up to the garden. A man in black came out of it. Martin: Hello, everyone. All of us: Hello. Michael: Martin, this is my wife of six years, Felicity. Martin: How do you do, Mrs. Jackson? (shakes my hand) Me: (smiles) Doing well, Martin. Michael: And these are my beautiful four children: Mike, 13; Natalie, nine; and Brian and Natasha, five. Martin: Nice to meet you all. Mikey: Just be careful, because my mom gets pissed at interviewers sometimes. Me: MICHAEL THE SECOND! Martin: No, it's alright. Me: Well...why don't we go inside? Martin: I would love that, Mrs. Jackson. Me: Eh, call me Felicity. Martin: Felicity... ---------------------------------------------------------------- *Nine months later, February 6, 2003* We started watching the documentary that Michael was the subject of. It was called, "Living With Michael Jackson." This documentary seriously pissed me off, because Martin was judging him, and he thought that Michael was some kind of a freak or an alien. On January 31, 2005, Michael attended a five month court trial on another accusation. In June, he was found not guilty (thank God!) and after the trial, all of us moved to the Middle Eastern country of Bahrain, located in the Persian Gulf. In 2006, we started developing financial problems and we eventually lost Neverland. In 2008, Michael released "Thriller 25," which marked the 25th anniversary of "Thriller," originally released in 1982. At that point, our lives were at highs and lows, but we always stuck together as a family and we didn't let anything come between us. ---------------------------------------------------------------- *June 25, 2009* "AHH! OH MY GOD!!" I woke up to Michael laying on the floor, looking lifeless. I crawled to his side, begging and pleading him to please wake up. Me: (panicked) M-Michael, w-wake up. Please...Wake up! WAKE UP, DAMN IT! (shaking him, screaming) GET UP! GET UP! (sobbing) MICHAEL, PLEASEEEE!!! (cries on his shoulder, touching his hair and kissing his forehead) I saw the paramedics rush him and take him away. I saw his doctor, Conrad Murray, run up, panicked. Murray: Mrs. Jackson, I-- Me: (grabs him) What the hell did you do? He kept stuttering. That was not helping me get the answers I needed. Me: WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY HUSBAND?!?! TELL ME!! (angrier and louder) WHAT THE F*** DID YOU DO, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I WILL SLAP YOU UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED! *A couple hours later* Dr. Johnson: I'm sorry, Mrs. Jackson. There's nothing we could do. He's with the Lord now. When those words came in contact with my brain, I felt sick. My life shriveled into a million pieces of despair, agony and even anger. Me: OH MY GOD!!!! (falls down to the floor) I was basically screaming. I should've been in an insane asylum or something; I went crazy. I wanted to break something like crazy, but there wasn't anything to break. I fell to the ground on my knees, and I was violently banging my fists against the floor as hard as I could. I was cursing up a storm, and I yelled at the ceiling. "WHY?!? WHY COULDN'T IT HAVE BEEN ME?!" I was furious at God for doing this. Why did He take him? Why? Why would He do that? What did Michael do to deserve this? God knew that Michael was the perfect man for me and He just yanked him away from me. Why couldn't it have been me? Why did Michael have to go? Why did God choose him? Why? Why? Why, why, WHY??? I asked the doctor if I could see Michael one more time, and he agreed. Once I entered the room, I ran immediately to Momma Katie. Everyone was present, including my twenty year old, Mike, who rushed over to the hospital from USC, my *pregnant* sixteen year old, Natalie, and my thirteen year olds, Natasha and Brian. All of them were sobbing and holding onto someone. Momma Katie: (hugging me, crying) It's okay, sweetie. It's okay. He's in a better place now. Me: Why? Why did he leave? I'm gonna th--(runs into the bathroom) I was literally going to vomit. Janet came in after me, and she heard me vomit. She gently held my hair back. She gave me a bear hug, weeping with such sorrow. Janet was always like a sister to me...always. But on that terrible day, we were like sisters more than ever, because we had both lost someone we loved very dearly. I said farewell to my man. I looked down at his lifeless body. It looked as if he was sleeping. Me: Aw, baby...tell me why. Why did you have to go? Why did you leave us? Leave me? I wish I was kissing you right now. I remember when we first met. You were so nice and you were so full of life. You were so bright, and your smile...Michael, your smile could launch a thousand ships. I wish you would come back. I love you, baby! I would do anything to have you come back to me...If there's anything you need...I won't be far away. My tears were rolling down my cheeks and some landed on Michael's face. I slowly came into contact with his face and I kissed him on his lips so passionately. I gently stroked his jst black curls and I delicately kissed his forehead. Me: I hope that God takes good care of you, and you wait for me. You wait for me, baby. I'll be there with you again. We'll see each other again. We won't part forever. We'll be together again. I love you and I'm not leaving you. ---------------------------------------------------------------- *One year later* A year had passed since my baby, Michael died, and it was June 30, 2010. Here I was, laying on the couch, drinking an almost-empty 40, stark-naked (what I did when I was drunk), watching Michael's music videos, crying. I was also talking crazily to myself. Me: (slurred speech) Ashuilsh???? (I had slurred speech, so random sounds came out) My life was absolutely crumbling apart. My husband was dead, my 21 year old, Mike didn't want anything to do with me because of my drinking problem, my 17 year old Natalie was living in Texas, with her boyfriend and the father of her child, James and her newborn son, Joshua, and my thirteen year olds, Natasha and Brian lived with Momma Katie because I kept drinking. She had full custody of them, so it was just me, myself and I. I was a miserable 51 year old alcoholic widow with no life...not like the life I had. I had an amazing husband and four beautiful children that I could always count on. Now, I was laying on the couch, butterball-naked, drunk as a skunk, high as a kite (I did some drugs, too), watching Michael's music videos, sobbing out of nowhere. I wanted to be with Michael again. I wanted that more than anything. I lay there, keeping my eyes glued on his video, "Remember the Time," sipping and sucking on a 40 ounce Vodka bottle, like a baby on a sippy cup. I was useless. ---------------------------------------------------------------- *Three months later* It was then September 9, 2010, and I was at the liquor store, like I was every single day, ever since Michael's death. I went home, chugged down Vodka, got naked, watched TV, and did random crying. I was watching more of Michael's music videos, and while I was watching, "Bad," my eyes were focused on Michael. The craving of his presence increased tremendously. At exactly 12:50 am, on the tenth of September, I got up to get my gun under my matress in my room, in the dark. I held the gun up directly to my brain, and I yelled: Me: Michael! I need you! I cannot bear to live another day without you!! I need you in my soul! I need you!!!! I can't be away from you anymore!!!!! Then I pulled the trigger. *BANG!!!* I fell on the cold, hard floor, naked and covered in pools and puddles of blood. I had just killed myself on September 10, 2010. ---------------------------------------------------------------- *September 14, 2010* Yesterday, my funeral took place in Los Angeles, California. Michael's family, my children, Daisy, Elizabeth, Frank, and other close friends attended, with flowers and letters, and I saw everyone shedding a bunch of tears. I knew this because my spirit was looking down from heaven. After my memorial service, they took me to the Forest Lawn Memorial, and they buried me next to Michael. The graves said: Michael Joseph Jackson August 29, 1958 - June 25, 2009 Loving Entertainer, Son, Father, Husband, Brother, and Friend ~We Will Never Forget You~ ...and next to it... Felicity Elizabeth Banks Jackson October 23, 1958 - September 10, 2010 Amazing Wife, Mother, Daughter, and Friend ~Rest In Peace, Lissie~ *In Heaven* Me: (hugging God) God: Welcome to Heaven. Me: Thank You, Father. I heard a gentle, soft voice. It was a voice that sounded so dear to me. ???: Felicity... Me: (starts to cry) M-Michael...Is Th-that y-you?? ??: (nods head) Yes, it's me. Me: (bawling) OH, I MISS YOU!!! (hugs him so tightly) Michael: (tears falling out of his eyes) I miss you, too. Both of us held God's gentle hands, as He brought us together...again. Me: (whispering in Michael's ear) I love you, baby... Michael: (whispers back) I love you, too. Me: We are together again... Michael: (finishes my sentence)...At last. THE END!! <3 <3 <3
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