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Beat It My Version Part 4
Hey guys, I hope your enjoying the story so far!!! This is the next part to the story, I hope you enjoy it. Let see what happens next!! :) I know this part may suck, but I tried. I'll make the next part soon!!!! :D -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Micheal and that women broke away from one another. The women got off him and walked away from him and out the door past me. I looked at Michael for a little bit then just looked down. I guess Michael...doesn't love me like I think he does. And all this time, he had a girl. Michael: V? That broke me out of my thoughts. I looked up at Michael. I was trying to get reid of what I just saw. Me: Y-yeah? Michael: You alright? Me: Oh, yeah...I'm fine. Michael: I'm really sorry you had to see that, V. Me: Aw, don't worry, Mike. I don't mind. If she's your girl, she's your girl. Michael: (giggling) Thanks. What you doin' here? Me: I came to see you, Michael. I told you I would. Michael: If you did I don't remember. Me:...right... Michael: What's up? Me: Nothing... Michael: Vivian Brookes, I know their is somethin' up with you. Me:... Michael: C'mon...Ola isn't gonna come between us. Me: (Thinking-"Oh, so you say...") Whatever you say Mike. Michael: (sighs) If your just gonna act like I'm not the Michael you know, then why are you still here? Me: A few words: I'll. Never. Leave. You. Michael:.... Me: (starts to leave) I gotta go now anyways Michael...I'll see ya later. Michael:...yeah. I didn't like doing that to Michael...but I just can't think of what happened right now. I walked out of the hospital and went back home. When I got there, I went through my drawers and found some picuters of the family and Michael and his family. I saw this one photo of me and Michael near the pool with him holding me up. He was 13 and I was 5. And one picture really pulled on my heart strings. It was a picture of me and my dad when I was little, like 1 or 2. We were sitting in the chair in the livingroom asleep. And one with me and my mom when I was seven. Their was also one of me that Michael took, I was with a little red balloon. I remember I wrote "I Miss You, Dad" on it after Michael took the picture and left. I let it go out the window when he left, and started talking to Daddy up in heaven. I smiled remembering their was a song I never finished when I was 11. I looked through the drawer and picked up a piece of paper that had the lyrics on it already. I never thought of the title yet. But I will come soon. I thought of naming it, "Little Red Balloon". It seemed good enough, so I think I'll call it "Little Red Balloon". I smiled and looked over the lyrics I have already. I read the lyrics: "1st Verse Her Mama took her shoppin' Said, 'Anything you please They got dolls with pretty dresses How 'bout one 'a these?' She said, 'All I want Is a little red balloon' 2nd Verse 'And a box 'a Magic Markers The permanent kind All the colors of the rainbow That's what I had in mind And a little ball of string Then we can go home' Pre Chorus She was sittin' on the window sill Lookin' at the sky She said a little prayer And let it fly 1st Chorus 'I miss you, Dad How are things in Heaven? I wish you could have been here for my birthday You know I just turned seven I'm a'sendin' you this message I hope you get it soon I wrote it in big letters on my Little red balloon' 3rd Verse Four years ago last Sunday The angels came to call The family gathered in the kitchen She sat cryin' in the hall Holdin' on tight To her favorite teddy bear 4th Verse He loved to tell her stories He'd sit her on his knee He taught her how to ride her bike When she was barely three Now she only gets to see him In her dreams Pre Chorus Now she talks to him as if he's there From the window of her room Says, 'Daddy, when're you comin' home?' 'Did you get my last balloon?' 2nd Chorus 'I miss you, Dad How are things in Heaven? I wish you could have been here for my birthday I just turned eleven I wonder if you've ever met The man in the moon Is he the one who helps you find my Little red balloons?'" I never finished the song, because I could never think of anything else for it. And also, I couldn't because I was to busy taking care of my mom while she was sick. I folded it back up and placed it in my drawer again with the photos. I closed my drawer, got a shower and went to sleep. It's been a couple of weeks, Michael should be getting out anyday now. I was walking to the Hosptial to see him when: ???: (Places their hands over my mouth and eyes) Don't even move, or you get your brains blasted out of your pretty head. This wasn't gonna end well... While the only thing I could think of while this was happening, wasn't that my life would end...but the fact that I wouldn't have Michael in my life anymore... What's gonna happen... What..................... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To Be Continued
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