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Eyes Open: Preface

"So here you are, two steps ahead and staying on guard
 Every lesson forms a new scar
 They never thought you'd make it this far
 But turn around (turn around), oh they've surrounded you
 It's a showdown (showdown) and nobody comes to save you now
 But you've got something they don't
 Yeah you've got something they don't
 You've just gotta keep your eyes open
 
Everybody's waiting for you to breakdown
 Everybody's watching to see the fallout
 Even when you're sleeping, sleeping
 Keep your ey-eyes open
 Keep your ey-eyes open"

I walked down the street, my arms crossed around me. This jacket I have wasn't enough to warm me up. Everyone I passed look at me, or more the less looked down at my stomach. I am fifteen and I am four months pregnant. Being pregnant wasn't my choice really, just a mistreatment of sexual abuse caused by my father. My life hit rock bottom a few years ago when I was eleven and my mother died of cancer, dad wasn't the same after that. He became a drunk, lost his job and took everything out on me since my Aunt Lynn took my little brother Jacob. Dad's name was erased from his birth cercificate without him knowing, but since they forgot about me...I had to stay and be in that hell of a house for years till my father did this to me. Everyday I just want to rid myself of this child growing inside me. I am not ready for a child, I am just a child my ownself. I wasn't ready for this misfortune brought upon me by my "loving" father. I couldn't get rid of this baby, cause my mother didn't give me up and she taught me everything needs a chance in life. Passing by all these people brought tears to my eyes, I didn't want them to think bad of me for something I had no control of. My life was ruined.

These strangers stares at me; I feel like a alien; I feel like I'm not one of them once they stare at me the way they do. As I said my age is fifteen, but I never did mention my name. My name is Aliana. Nothing special about it, just a name both my parents thought about. Silent tears fell from my eyes as I found myself waiting in a crowd stopped by the traffic sign. Everyone would look at me, then back to wait for the signal to walk to the other street to come. I blinked slowly, trying to get all the tears out when a loud crackle of thunder was heard. In that that instant it was as if the bottom fell out-rain poured down from the sky. Once the singal turned, everyone raced passed me to the other side. I stood there getting drenched in rain, slowly looking up at the sky. The sky felt my pain, and it was crying it's ownself. I slowly began walking to the other side of the road. Maybe it is easy to tell you that I don't live at home. I ran away. I couldn't live there and see what he would do to me or do to the baby once it was born.

I kept walking in the rain until I heard what sounded like "Wanna Be Startin' Something" by Michael Jackson playing. I looked up at the statium across the other side of the street. I had nearly forgotten that Michael was playing in this small town. I also forgot to mention to you, I live in Indiana. His hometown.

As the rain continued to pour, I made my way to the statium. I saw the front was heavily guarded by secerity. How was I going to manage this? I noticed there was a slight opening in the back. With that slight opening, I saw a door on the side of the statium. I sneaked past the crowd of fans waiting outside for Michael to come through those front doors after the concert was over. I managed to squeeze through the fence leading to the back way of the stadium. I looked around, hoping no one would spot me, grabbed the handle of the door and was very pleased to find out it was unlocked. I rushed in there and shut the door behind me.

There was a puddle at my feet from how drenched in rain I was. I was shivering up a storm as I started walking around the back, trying to find a room with heat around it. I finally found a room and also noticing I didn't pay attention to what room it was.

To my surprise I was in someones' dressing room. I took off my super soaked jacket and started looking around at the diffferent outfits, the vanity mirror and the chair and then there was a bathroom in the dressing room. Hmm...I suppose if you're dancing for a long time you do tend to become a tad bit sweaty. Whose dressing room is this any ways?

I could hear the crowd of fans screaming, so the show must be over. I hurried into the closet and closed the door slightly as I heard footsteps coming towards the dressing room. To my shock it wasn't the back up dancers or one of the singers...it was Michael Jackson himself...

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