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Scream - Part Thirteen

I awoke. Lina was on the floor with a nosebleed. What had happened? What was she doing here? Then I remembered. I saw the real Janet Jackson (not Lina this time) at my bedside with blood on her hand, making a phonecall. Then I figured it out. Janet had arrived, punched Lina, and saved my life. I figured now she was calling the police.
"You saved my life... did you?" I asked. "Yeah, as it happens. Dicin' with death, crazy girl! Whatcha doin' with HER?" she said and pointing to Lina as if she were dog-poo on the pavement. That's half of it. "She arrived! I was ill and I'd just woken up so I thought it was you!" I said. Janet threw her head back and laughed. Lina was trying to get up but Janet quickly put her foot on her arm. Suddenly about twenty police officers arrived and dragged Lina off the floor. "Uh... wuh... ju...bubbuh..." Lina murmured drowsily. "We're arresting you on suspicion of murder," said one of them, and dragged her out. "AAARGH! YOU! I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS!" Screamed Lina. "Just 'cos I have your dream man... jeez. When you come out of jail and we're married with kids what're ya gonna do then, huh? I'll be waiting!" I said. "That's her under control!" grinned Janet. "Can we ask a few questions?" asked the police officer. "Sure," Janet replied and walked out with them. "Won't be a tic," said one of the officers. I sat there. Now I was on my own, even for a second, I was terrified. "I'm safe...I'm safe..." I reasured myself. Just as I was settling back down I heard somebody come in. I broke into a sweat. "It'll only be Janet..." I told myself quietly. But then I seen someone else. "Michael!" I exclaimed. "Hello!" he replied cheerily. "I brought you something!" "Ooh, what is it, what is it?" I replied enthusiastically. "Ta-da!" said Michael and revealed what he was holding behind his back - grapes. "Grapes? Mi-chaellll!!" I groaned. "I'm joking! I wouldn't get you grapes... or... would I... Would I not? would... wouldn't... would..." "Just cut through the nonsense and tell me what you really got!" Michael sighed. "You're such a spoilsport! You're chasing you're own tail!" "What's that meant to mean...? Mike? You didn't buy me a fake tail? That is too nice!" I said sarcastically. "When are you ever going to get it?" he  giggled. "Maybe when you give it to me?" "Oh fine!" Michael handed me a box. "A get well soon present." "Shouldn't I be buying you a get well soon thingy?" I asked. "No, I'm all better! Seeeeee - no wheelchair! I'm meant to be going out today. I asked could I stay until you were out, but they won't. But don't worry, I'll still visit every day n stuff!" "Well done!" I said. "I'll open this now." I unwrapped it to reveal an expesive looking jewellery box. "Open it," said Michael. "I'ma gettin' there!" I said. I opened the box to reveal - a chocolate bar. "Well well. Thanks. I thought for a minute that you were buying me something posh but I realised, that hasn't and will never happen," I joked. "Or will it?" asked Michael. "Stop foolin' again Mike. Nobody falls for it twice." "No, I'm serious!" said Michael. He handed me a tiny box. I opened it and there was a ring inside. I started to slide it onto my fingers when Michael said, "Look at the back." Engraved into the back of the ring was, "Sasha & Michael". I put it in my finger. "It's so nice, Michael! I love you!" I gushed. "Wait! There's more. I don't know what you'll say but I'm gonna ask anyway. Sasha, I love you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. You understand me, and we have things in common, and I can be myself around you. Will you marry me?" asked Michael. "What d'you ask that for? We both know what the answers gonna be," I teased. "Oh." "...Which, of course, is yes." "I love you Sasha!" Michael tried to hug me, but he couldn't, with me lying down. "I love you too, Mike." "Well I have to go... I will be back for visiting time tommorrow." "Okay, Michael." "Bye... Sasha Jackson!" "Not yet. Not until you pay for half the wedding," I joked. We both laughed. "But hint hint, Mike!" I chuckled. As Michael was walking out of the room, I realised - I hadn't told Michael about the Lina incedent. "Wait, Mike!" I shouted. Michael walked back into the room. "Uh-huh?" "I meant to tell you, today, Lina walked in. I thought she was Janet. And she attempted to suffocate me. Then the real Janet walked in and punched her then called the police and she was arrested. Janet's talking to police outside." "Oh my... Are you OK?" asked Michael. "Oh yeah... But if you wanna talk to Jay she's outside," I replied coolly. "OK, and one more thing. Who's Lina?" asked Mike. "My friend at the show. Remember I fell out with her and she tried it on with you." "Oh... her," said Michael bitterly. I giggled. "I'll be back tomorrow," said Mike. "Ok, bye!" I answered. Little did I know he wouldn't be back tommorrow.

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