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A visitor named Michael 10 -end-

I am back with part 10 !! Finnally !Plz vote and enjoy.

So Janet and Randy were all in my face and hitting me. Michael yelled for them to stop. Everyone looked at him on the floor. He got up and pulled me out the house and into my car. He told me that he was sorry for what happened in there. I said that he would be really sorry when we got home. We got home then he was hide..
Me: Don't even try ! *taking a drink*
Michael: *crying* I'm sorry D-diana.
Me: No no 
Michael: *running upstairs*
I turned off the lights because I know that he can't see in the dark as good as I can. He was hiding in the closet that I passed. When he came out I got behind him and pushed him down the stairs. I walked down and he was blacked out at the bottom.
*2 hours later* At the hospital
Michael: Hey Diana
Me: Hi I'm gonna go talk to the doctor
Michael: Okay
Me: Ey what's up doc ?
Doctor: What were you thinking pushing MICHAEL JACKSON down the stairs ?!
Me: Well I wasn't I was drunk..
Doctor: He had a broken_and_also a_.
Me: That's bad !
Doctor: Yea 
*back to Michael's bed*
Me: I'll come back tommorow
Michael: Okay love ya
Me: Love ya to bye
Michael: Bye
I left and I didn't go bak. He got out 2 weeks later. One day I walked in the house and I heard breaking glass so I followed the sound. It was Michael on the upstairs patio breaking alchohol bottles.
Me: What are you doing ?
Michael: Killing what almost killed you ! *still breaking bottles*
Me: *laughing* You don't have to do that because..
Michael: Because what ?
Me: Im leaving you.
Michael: *crying* Why ?
Me: It's better for me and you.
Michael: *crying* P-please don't leave !
Me: *walking to car* Bye
He was just running and crying after me. I drove off and I looked back. I saw him on his knees crying with his head in his hands. It was a sad sight..but I was gone. I never actually left Michael I was a groupie for him and lots of other singers. The song Dirty Diana. I'm the inspiration...
The End -Diana

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