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I Can't Be With You Part 9

Me: Randy's right Michael. You never should've said that.(demonic roar)
Ra:(stabs my stomach and falls to the ground)
Me:(tries to take out pool cleaner)Ow! Can you hand me my purse right there and check if there is a tampon?
MJ:(looks through bag)Yup, there is one.
Me:Awsome.
MJ:(hands me bag)
Me:(pulls out cleaner and screams. Walks away and jump out window)

As I'm laying down in my bed, the stupid exercise tv is on. I looked at my magazine, "Miley Cyrus has gotten 7 tattoos!" the front page. Tsk,tsk,tsk. Now she's following in the footsteps of Lindsay Lohan, another Disney tradgedy.I turned off my tv,put my magazine, turned off my lamp and turned towards my window. I was hearing a mind,a mind planning to kill me. A mind that sounds like Michael's.

Michael jumps into my window screaming with a knife in his hand. Immediatly he tries to cut off my arm which grabs the knife that goes toward my wall. My eyes change to golden brown. As Michael hops onto bed with the knife, I struggle for my survival.
MJ:You injured my fucking little brother! You God damned monster. You dumb bitch!
 I grasped onto his shoulder, I sunk my fangs into his shoulder. The taste of blood is tempting. It's like kibble to a dog who has not eaten for a week.
MJ:(screams and take out a box cutter) You knw what this is for?
Me:(tries to take away cutter)
MJ:Huh? It's for cutting boxes.
Me:Do you buy all your murder weapons at Home Depot. God you're butch(not bitch).
MJ:Cross out Jennifer. (makes an X on my belly with boxcutter, looks down at me.)
Me:(eyes turn to blood red, tilts head evily, flies into air with MJ on top of me)

As Michael and I wrestle each other in the air. He sits up and stares at the neckalace he gaveme when we first met. As he rips it off, my heart felt like a bullet went straight through. We stop for a minute. We hear nothing but my necklace fall to the ground.

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