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#ROADTOMJSWORLD. CHAPTER 4: "Rae's Ambition - A Miracle to Give the Best Birthday in HIStory!"

RAE'S POV: I knew exactly what change I was suppose to do, now that I have this iPhone. I mean, what I'm gonna do with this time machine seems too obvious: I'M GOING TO GO BACK IN TIME AND.... SEE MY IDOL, MICHAEL JACKSON! YESS - I WILL GO TO BACK TO HIS TIME, WHERE I'LL BE ABLE TO ACTUALLY MEET HIM AND HELP HIM CORRECT THE MISTAKES HE MADE IN HIS LIFE SO HE WOULDN'T HAVE ENDED UP BEING DEAD! Why, you may ask, out of all the things I could be doing with this time machine, would I go back in time to help someone like MJ when I could be fixing up my messed up life with this machine instead? Well, it's because of course this is set to be the top priority on my list, as MJ is a man who I've been obsessing over for half a decade now, and I've figured that he's the first person who I'd want to help out, including to be the first person who I'll enjoy spending time with. He'll also be somebody I can talk to in depth about the issues in my life for the first time since I've last seen my parents, and someone who I could listen to talk about his own problems; so that I could be there for him and to stop his suffering. I could even bring him along with me afterwards to help fix up my life; it'd be really adventurous to go through different times/places with someone like him... BUT AUGHH OMG, I NEVER ACTUALLY THOUGHT IT WAS POSSIBLE IN REALITY... TO REALLY SEE A MAN LIKE MJ, WHO I REALLY LOVED SO MUCH, FACE TO FACE THOUGH HE WAS ALREADY DEAD! He died, yet I still have the power to bring him back to life through an amazing way! It's like God just handed me this device so then I could just make these kinds of changes in the world! AND OTHER THAN MJ - THINK ABOUT ALL OF THE OTHER THINGS I CAN DO TO HELP THE WORLD FOR BETTER - Like helping prevent assassinated peoples deaths that have changed our world and its HIStory, people such as: Malcolm X, Martin Luther King, Jr., John F. Kennedy, Abraham Lincoln, Gandhi, etc., prevent different wars, bring justice for the people who've suffered through the slave eras, earth quakes/tsunami attacks in poor countries, help innocent people around the world who've suffered, like me, from people as abusive as Lester throughout the years... The list goes on and on; bringing me to seek through many grand adventures in exploring the world/its HIStory in-depth while also solving many problems. I would actually find/solve answers to things that many people/scientists/archaeologists have been trying to figure out for centuries now... It pumps me up just think about all of this! And yes, I know what you're thinking. That I'm going ahead of myself in planning what I'm going to be doing already with my imagination only, without even trying the device out for a first time! And lets not even mention on how I was suppose to fix up my messed up life. If you think about it, I currently don't even exist to anyone on the planet right now! Nobody even knows about my presence existing on the planet, because I was locked away from society for 3 whole years in a deserted, far away place with no name. Anyone that I did interact with before in past (teachers from my old schools, etc.) either don't even remember me or don't even care about me; I'm as useless as the dirt on the ground. The dirt on the ground isn't important to most people as they don't see a reason to care for it, but it is, however important to support some people only, like farmers that want to use it to grow crops. But the dirt has to be recognized by them in order to be acknowledged and be taken care of. The same thing goes for me too; I need a farmer like MJ to notice me! He's the only guy that I've got to help me, to comfort me, and the only person who I really want to be with! I'd do just about anything in the world to be with him! Well, at least he's the only person that I could really think of in mind to say things like that about... I keep wanting to go to him mostly because I just love him so much. Also because I just really want to see how he acts like without the camera shining on him; to see how he could act when he was free from anyone watching or evaluating him for what he does/says. To see how he would act toward a loyal, dedicated fan like me without worrying on what others would think. It just means a lot to me to experience those kind of things from somebody as important as him! Yes, I know, a big thing you must be thinking of from my thoughts/sayings is that how I can be thinking of doing all of these things without even considering to save my parents? (Whom I've of course missed so much during the last couple 3 years.) But yes, obviously I am thinking about my parents too! My parents are dead, just like those famous dead people, and though I said that I really wanted to help keep those people alive (including MJ) without mentioning my parents, I still would really want to have my parents with me! Especially to prevent those horrible years with Lester from ever happening. But of course, I couldn't just go on and do that. If I did, think about what would happen as an outcome for the present: I wouldn't have been able to be here to take the time machine from that man who came to kill me, and wouldn't have been able to obtain the time machine to help change the world for the better, like I will do soon! I know that anyone would think of me being selfish to choose to have a good time meeting Michael Jackson instead of saving my parents from a car accident, but it's not just because I want to meet him. Exactly like I just said, if you thought about the outcome of saving my parents, it could have somehow changed time to where that man who tried to kill me with that laser gun could have possibly not tried to, let alone having me not be there if he came to look for me. If I hadn't stopped that man who came with that time machine, it's possible that nobody could have stopped him from doing anything evil. He and his unknown "futuristic organization" could have destroyed the world using their dominated power, without the intentions of locking their attention on me, but that wouldn't even matter if they ended up destroying the world. And nobody would have even suspected futuristic weapons such as time machines and laser guns involved! They could easily make their actions secretive from others, and by the time people would notice, it would be too late... Yes, I'm making ridiculous-sounding predictions here, but I'm still logically speaking with good points to acknowledge. So this is why I can't just go and save my parents from death. Hopefully there will be an opportunity in the future where I can go back in time to see them without altering the future... I'd really love that to happen. It could be an opportunity to even help my parents in fixing their life problems, such as my dad's drinking problems, or the way they got along together as a couple... Anyways, you can call me a worrier all you want for thinking of all of this, but like I said I'm just making a hypothesis with my imagination. Just like in the movies where they have time machines, a character could possibly do something in the past to affect the future, all because they didn't think things head... Alright, enough of that. The things I'm going to actually commence in action realistically are now set, and I know for sure that I am definitely going to protect our world from any danger, no matter what it takes! That includes saving MJ from all the horrible, crucial, tragic things that happened to him; all of the things together that have ended up killing him and ruined his wealth, tittle, image, and soul; because what he went through really matters to me. Like, I'm specifically talking about things such as: his painkiller addictions, trials, enormous amounts of debt charges, and mostly the severe depression/loneliness he suffered through the majority of his life. If you really thought about it, he suffered from all of those things really from just being isolated from the people he needed to support him in his life; as that led him to taking actions that caused those incidents. What a poor sweet angel; his spirit was crushed, and he was psychologically damaged from his childhood, plus from the way people treated him. They were uncontrollable things in his life that not only frightened him, but also scared rest of us. Just thinking about him going through all of those horrid experiences, with an image of seeming him crouch down in a dark, lonely corner by himself left me with tears streaming from my eyes. I try to stop myself from crying now but it's really hard to; once I start I usually can't stop. I try to get myself together by reminding myself that I'm making myself stay in the horrid past. Instead of just standing there and crying, I can do something to change the outcome of his life! Crying isn't going to help, unless you're taking the sadness that's inside of you out of you. And I know for sure that I already did make myself know that I wouldn't have to be sad about anything else anymore! Everything was going to be alright! I take a breath a start thinking of the song "Smile" from MJ back when he recorded it for his 1995 HIStory album:

Smile, though your heart is aching Smile, even though it's breaking When there are clouds in the sky
You'll get by...

If you smile
With your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just...

Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just...

Smile, though your heart is aching
Smile, even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
You'll get by...

If you smile
Through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile...

That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile

Thinking of his amazing voice sing the song really worked; I was able to brush my tears away and genuinely smile from the happiness that suddenly just sparkled inside of me. This was something that was rare for me to wear on my face in the last 3 years, even though I have sung many of his songs to myself before. I had actual happiness in me really because I knew things were really gonna be alright. Now I'm starting to think what would happen once I'm with him; hopefully, if I'm lucky enough, I can get to be one of his friends and manage to actually help him go through the obstacles he went through and put a end to his old, horrid, hard knock days, along with his misery! Maybe I can go on those adventures to help our world with him like I said before! IT'S A TOTAL DREAM COME TRUE; I AM GOING MAKE MICHAEL HAPPY, THEN TOUCH HIM AND HUG HIM AND *LOUD ASS HIGH PITCH GIRL SCREAM* KISS HIM!!! THIS IS ALL TOO MUCH FOR ME! I AM ABOUT TO MEET MY IDOL, ANGEL OF AN IDOL WHO I JUST LOVE SOOO MUCH - SOMEONE WHO I THOUGHT WHO WAS GOING TO STAY DEAD FOREVER AND NEVER BE ABLE TO BE WITH ME... and I was wrong. And I'm so glad that it isn't just my wild imagination for once that isn't making MJ come back to "life", and end my sadness; I'm also glad that it was reality instead. Around then I finally get myself together, so that I could just stop thinking about meeting MJ and to actually do it. I had to even smack myself in the face so that I wouldn't be getting distracted from all of these thoughts! If anyone watching me here right now they'd think I'm totally nuts from the way I acted! Not that I did actually have "Deez Nutz" to be crazy with! Ha! I remembered when I first saw that video when Lester watched it in his room, and I peeked in. It was hilarious... Ughhh getting sidetracked again *Slaps myself on the face* Ok, I'm good now... But I then realized that I had no idea how to operate the powerful machine I had, the time machine I mean. Luckily I happened to find a detailed eBook manual for it in the Teleportation app and I checked it out, reading it as it showed exactly how to use it and all of the features it offered to use. WOW, how could anyone create a magnificent device like this? It's really interesting - I am very fascinated in talking about technology like this; I bet MJ is too. Oooh I wonder what Michael will think about it. I especially wonder what MJ's going to think about his own death! OMG I really want to see what he thinks! It's just the thought of that right now made me think that it can't actually happen, but it will as I'll make it happen. Oh my, I'm wasting time again - when will I stop? I must sound really boring. The iPhone's battery must be getting low each second I waste here. It must be at - wait. WHAT?!? IT WAS STILL AT 100%! AND AFTER CONSUMING ALL OF THAT ENERGY BEFORE OPENING THOSE PORTALS TO SUCK AWAY LESTER AND THE HOUSE TOO... OMGGGGGG: In the iPhone manual it states that a part of this iPhone has a machine supplied inside which can generate an unlimited supply of electric energy in the phones battery; a reason how the iPhone could even withstand emitting those powerful portal opening shock waves. It talks about the machine in a complicated matter, using terms which I didn't understands, but i think I got the gist of it. Wow.. the people who made this device are probably one of the most intelligent group of people alive. I've got a big feeling I might encounter with them sooner or later... Like I'm in a movie! AND IMAGINE THIS WAS A MOVIE WITH ME AND MJ AND WE FALL IN LOVE AND WE GO IN ALL OF THESE CRAZY ADVENTURES TOGETHER... YAUGHHH!! IT'S ACTUALLY POSSIBLE! AND THIS ISN'T FICTION!! OK, OK, OKKK RAE PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER AGAIN! - I tell myself. Wow, it's been a long time actually since I've been able to actually feel myself like this. Living with Lester has really changed me and now I don't have to live like the way I had to be that restricted "controlled and changed" girl I was before. I'm free now to think and act the way I want to be like! It's too amazing! But it seems like I'm gonna have to save all of my imagination for later. The sooner I read this manual, the sooner I can leave here and see Mikey...

After an half an hour of thoroughly reading the manual, I had a more of a understanding of the techniques to utilize, and the inside creation of the time machine. So then I was finally ready to go. And no, you don't have to worry about me standing and thinking here while constantly slapping my aching face weirdly so I couldn't distracted, I'm just gonna get out of here. Every second I'm here makes me feel lonelier, colder, hungrier, and weaker from all the damage that I took before on my body. I set the date and the time of when I wanted to meet MJ (I chose the Thriller era, the era where MJ had the time of his life, and when he was super cute! It was an era before he suffered through most of the trauma he went through in his entire life) and triggered open a portal. The matter of the electric waves discharged from the phone and ripped through the air, pulling anything and everything it could into it; its vibrations were stronger than they were before, as this time it left gaps of holes cracking through the ground below. I slightly float in the air from being attracted toward the force of electric waves, which all formed into a large energy ball above me, and I watch the ground below me shook and crack into huge multiple amounts of holes. The holes looked like they were wide enough to fit 5 people in at least one of them! The huge energy ball was filled with an enormous amount of blinding light centred in front of me, so it was very unclear to see any distinctive characteristics visibly of the unstable matter. Without me even noticing, its brilliant power exploded all over the place, followed by its blinding light shining even brighter; it would seem it was so strong it would burn my eyes out! The force sent me flying backwards into one of the huge gaps on the ground. I stretch my left arm outward to quickly hold onto the the ground that was now above me, while the other was holding the uncontrollably vibrating iPhone, which still continued to emit electric discharges toward the energy ball. I struggled to stay hanging still from the iPhone's shaking vibrations, and as gravity seemed to also pull my legs dangled down from where nothing filed the ground. I look below the depth of the hole; the light from above reflecting downward for me to see clearly how nice and deep the bottom was. If I fell down there... I would definitely be a goner! And to think that the energy ball had enough energy/power to cause this much damage from one blast! Arugghhh.. it would definitely take more than that manual to control the energy ball, and to actually teach me how to use the device properly! I could end up killing myself before doing anything! The huge energy ball above expanded into a large, blue colored hole that expanded across the sky above, while the electric discharges coming from the iPhone stopped, and it separated from the iPhone. I felt a huge shocking electric zap jolt all over my body as it did, and I ended up letting go of the iPhone! Not only that, but I also end up letting go of the ground above me, and scream as I drop downward! But I cannot believe how lucky I was then, as the huge-energy-ball-portal-hole attracts both me and the iPhone, pulling both us up into it! As I felt it pull me away from the ground, its powerful force pulled up my body into the swirly, energetic hole that would slide to the MJ era in just a matter of seconds, leaving the echos of my loud-ass bellowing scream to the place with no name, along with the day's chaos, and the horrible Lester days to go away for good...

Thursday, December 15th, 1983. 10:00am:

MICHAEL JACKSON'S POV: *Sighs* Wow! It was yet another beautiful day at my exquisite Encino mansion, a mansion that I've finally owned to myself from my father after many years of wanting to do so! I gaze outside of the room window, watching the Sun slowly rise from the ground into the sky's nice, cool air. While also hearing some birds chirp, I wonder curiously to myself what will be happening today. Everyday in the morning I always wake up and wonder what's going to happen, always anticipating for a special day to come by, but of course I'm usually disappointed as most days aren't exciting, special, or even fun like I'd love them to be like. I sigh again, looking down at the Mickey Mouse bed sheets on my bed. I live here with my brothers, sisters and parents; everyone in my family who I've wanted to have live here with me. For one, they didn't have homes of their own to live in, so of course I wanted to make sure there was a good roof over the people in my family. That's not even the main reason why I wanted them to be here: it's mainly because I just wanted to live happily with the people of my family. The only people I wanted it to be with is my very own family because really they're, well my family: the only people in the world that should be able to love/understand me for who I was, and for me to love/understand them. All my life I've always enticed to realistically have a loving family to live with; a family that included different, unique kinds of people, while we enjoy living a happy life together in a big, magical mansion for the rest of our lives, so that it could give us opportunities to do many things together, while seeking adventures across the world, and still being able to help many needy people in the world as well; so we could have a good time together while still making better changes for the world that we lived in. Hey, I know that it may seem a little unrealistic, but this was a big dream of mine that I plan to set into reality! I'm one to always have surrealistic fantasies in my imaginative brain, such as wanting to fly, while also living in the spellbinding Neverland, the magical land of enchanting hopes/dreams, and internal youth, exactly like the Disney character Peter Pan would! However, it only seemed like I was the only one around here that really wanted to at least have "the big family dream". My family of my parents, brothers and sisters... they really didn't seem to be anything like me. To me, the things that they all really cared about in this world are things like money, fame, attention, and baes. But why did they care more about those things more than having a wonderful, happy family together? Everyone in the family, including me, already had a lot in this world: large amounts of money, fame, a huge mansion that I owned, enough crazy people out there screaming our names in admiration, people begging to marry us... Like I've said, I already have it all in this world; the only thing that I just really want is a wonderful family full of loving, kind, and caring people. But it seems impossible to find that in this world; the family I have made me feel greatly upset from their actions; I was imaginative, honest, childish, and cared deeply for my family from my heart... And never once in the 25 years that I was alive did I ever find them acting like me, nor even genuinely show me signs that they cared for me, such as saying they loved me or even hugged me just at least once when I felt down and told me everything would be alright, that is without being told by someone else like me to do so... Even whenever I get affectionate with them they don't even understand it. It seems like I'm the one causing a big deal around here from just expecting them to be like me. But this is the way I want to communicate with the people in the world; at least with my family, and the fact that I've been expecting those things to come to me just like that from others, but got something else instead had the impact of psychologically damaging me. It was like people like me were rare in this world, or I was only one of a kind. If there are people like me that do exist, they themselves are set in families of people different than them and they, like me, try very hard to capture their attention and affection, but the only language the people in the family could comprehend was anything instead of love; they just didn't understand us. This is why whenever I've said things to the public/my family such as "I'm a very childish person, I just love the fictional character Peter Pan! I love the way he and the fairies can fly with magic, to save the lost children of the world, and take them to the magical land of Neverland, the land where nobody could grow up while accomplishing their mystical ambitious hopes/dreams!" or: "I make my music with love. Not only that, but God is really the one who's really sending out the messages of my songs not me; I'm just someone from Him to sing it with a voice that He gave me. He also contained me with a joyful heart of love, to use to beat with the music, music that He and I desire to change the world for the better!" or even "I love children so much! I love to hangout and play with them; I often tend to get lonely at times and they help me feel better, as they understand/love me for who I am... unlike a lot of other people I know...." found reactions from the people who hear me with strange faces, or worse, where they then try to make lies out of what I say that would soon spread out like wild flower to others by the Tabloids. One of the many reasons why they would do that is because a lot of people in this world have shown that they be rather greedy for money at times, and they'd do anything to earn it; even if it meant to throw anyone or even themselves under the bus. An act of pure selfishness, it seems that the people in my family would act like this too, people such as my very own father Joe. Ughh... just the mention of his name sickens me! Out of everyone in the entire family, he was definitely the worst; the one to be the main cause in leading on others in the family to follow him in his hungry greed for money, power, and fame. To dominate the world using a source of power; and he decided to use the power of his children shaking the world with music careers, regardless on how our lives would have an impact from the terrible benefits in being a part of the media, such as the hateful rumors and lies. Ever since me and my brothers/sisters were young, Joe made sure that no matter what we would strive through countless, funless, painfully traumatic days in order to obtain the careers that we have today, all while he sat there and did nothing but abuse us. Though I'm very grateful to this day to some extend that we went through a lot to come this far in having fame, wealth, and admiration, I felt that for sure Joe totally overdid our level of work ethic. I remember the days when I was a child, working hard as I could; pushing myself to a big extent to just satisfy Joe's demands to value our work at an adequate level. It was nothing but work, work, work, work, all to just to get to where I was today. Any love? Nope. Joe never showed any signs of loving us, the only thing he would do was threaten us other than watching us conduct our work. Talking about him made me think back to the times when I was a child: *FLASHBACK* "If y'all don't make sure that the record is perfect , to the way I want it to be, ohhhh then y'all gonna get it! Everyone of you! *slaps belt hard in his huge hand*" I clearly him remember saying to my brothers and I, when we were young, recording for our very first album back in 1968. Though this was typical talk from him, we all gulped in fear; none of us wanted to be beaten by him. Usually once he started, it would be a while before he stopped... Young little brother Randy held his arm up; it appeared to shakily simmer down a little in fear. Joe narrowed his eyes on him. "Whaduya want boy? Eh? SPEAK UP! *smoothens out belt*" We all stepped back, looking both at Joe and Randy. Randy steps forward. "Uhhh.. Sir, is it ok once we're done our work session that we can go out and play...?" His eyes widened in fear as Joe got up from the chair, the chair falling and colliding with the ground as he did. It would seem like this response answered poor Randy's question. "YOU WANNA BREAK?!!? WHAT YOU THINKS THE ANSWER TO THAT?!? BOY, YOU DOING NOTHING BUT WORK! Y'ALL MUST WORK, WORK, WORK, WORK; NOTHING BUT THAT! I WANT TO SEE Y'ALL GROW UP WITH CAREERS, YAH KNOW?!? A SINGLE TIME OF PLAYING ISN'T GONNA GET Y'ALL ANYWHERE! Y'ALL ALREADY PLAYED WHEN Y'ALL YOUNGER! Y'ALL JUST GONNA END UP SLACKIN OFF IF Y'ALL CONTINUE WITH THAT USELESS PLAYING; WHERE THAT GONNA TAKE Y'ALL?!?! THEN WHERE Y'ALL GONNA BE? DON'T FORGET THIS, BOY. *grabs Randy's shirt* IF ANY OF Y'ALL DON'T END UP BECOMIN SUCCESSFUL SINGERS/DANCERS, AND IF ANYONE OF YOU DARES TO DEFY ME BY AINT GIVIN ME NO MONEY THAT I SO DESERVINGLY WANT, I'M TA BEAT SOME OF Y'ALLS ASSES, YAH HEAR ME!?!? DON'T EVER ASK FOR PLAY TIMES! EVER! NOT UNTIL Y'ALL ARE RICH WITH GOOD FAMES! DAS ALL DAS IMPORTANT IN THIS WORLD, NOTHING ELSE! GOT DAT?!?" He lets go off Randy; isn't he lucky to not get hit. I remember shaking my young head up and down, to acknowledge what he said in great fear to the dangerous man before me. *FLASHBACK ENDS* It was Joe that tried everything he could to make sure that we were successful enough to support him. He beat us, swore at us, took all the fun out of life from us; our precious freedom and opportunities to have good memories/friends from our childhood, all so he could gain a big house to sit his big butt in, with money to roll around with, some recognition in the world, and to have a level of domination in the world from his children taking part in the big music industry. He's done a lot of unforgivable psychological damage to me, my brothers/sisters, and even Katherine in order to gain all of this. And though we were all mainly victims from the pain caused from him, my brothers and sisters weren't totally innocent; they all caused some kinds of uneasiness and drama in the family due to their selfish actions as well. But despite the way they've all made me felt, we were family. I've always tried to put aside everything they've done to me that made me upset and forgave them, including Joe himself. Though Joe and I did have a distance between each other, I've kept trying over and over again to be part of a family with them, so that we could be together. But the way they acted just affected me so deeply; like a deep stab in my heart or soul. When something like having a caring family means something to you, you start to obsess greatly over it, just like how I felt right now. And since my family wasn't like me, they wouldn't even understand the way I've felt about them. Except for my sister Janet, and my mother Katherine, I can't really say if anyone in this world really did loved me, as only those two showed some signs of caring for me, and for the rest of the family. They were all I got with me in the family... unless you count the children as friends I bring to play with here. Suddenly, just thinking about them made me feel really happy inside; it took the sadness I felt from thinking about my family, and suddenly a smile slid on my face! This of course is typical, as I always acknowledge children to be special, kind caring, sweet of innocence beings to love, like I've mentioned before. I just love them too much. I always invite different children of different ages to come here and enjoy playing with the video games, amusement rides, and toys that I keep over here. We always have numerous hours of fun, as we bond together to suddenly change our lives to be worry free, and escape the world to our own paradise.  The kids usually help me feel alive, and I love to help them feel happy as well. I feel that whenever I'm not with them I feel very... isolated from a desirable world which I tend to seek; leaving me feeling alone and unloved. Lately I just seemed lonely with nobody there to help me feel I have friends, and I mean real  friends, people who are there for me and love me in a kind and caring way instead of just using me for my money and fame, as I usually do have those kind of "friends" who try to do that to me! Children seem to be the only kind of people who are kind, caring and loving, which is the reason why I really love children; they just always do the right things to help me go through rough times in my life. Of course it would be nice to have other people than children to be sweet innocent, nice, intelligent, accepting, caring and kind but it's just too rare to find someone like that. I stare at the window in my room again thinking about all of this; like someone would just come crashing from the window, someone who would be the loving figure in my life that I've always wanted... I know I may seem to be selfish whenever I say "I need to be loved" and talk about myself wanting friends though I already had kids as friends, and me wanting a family full of people like me, while I look down on the people in my family due to there actions. But hey, everyone in life does need to be love. And like I've said, I missed out on that for most of my childhood, mostly because of my father Joe, who mostly ruined it by physically and emotionally abusing me. Every time he hears of anyone speaking of this about him he only just rolls his eyes, but it's true. Plus, I don't care for just being loved: I mostly enjoying giving love to millions of people around the world through the good deeds I do and through my singing and dancing. I am a very sensitive man which is something I really can't help, and I just love to act like a little kid, always wanting to have fun, being with other children, loving and caring for others, to make everyone around me be happy, to have a better childhood I never had... to just have the feeling on what it's like to be.. to be... free. FREE with a nice ring to it. The word always makes me feel like I can fly in the sky high, especially with my imagination! It feels so nice since a lot of children do understand and accept me for who I am and I understand me, though a lot adults think I'm strange (Not that I really care what they think. I just ignore their opinions) but of course it would be nice to see an adult who's like me... or an innocent child. Adults are usually so heartless and cold, they don't really care about other people. They hear and think strange things of you if you say things that don't sound right to them. All I have to say is " I love children so much" and hug/kiss them a lot, and adults like the tabloid writers usually twist that up and ay I'm a child abuser... not that it's happened yet (this was before MJ was accused of the 1993 trials remember!) but they're still heartless. Already they're calling me gay! Can't they just realize how much that hurts me inside? Especially since that is 100% not true at all! But nobody believes me and I'm labeled as that for life by the media... a big reason why I hate the famous life. But again, I cheer myself up by thinking of children. Children laughing, singing, dancing, being together in harmony, happiness as they turn my sad face into a shining Sun smile... I think about all of this still in my bed when I very unexpectedly notice a huge blue colored glow outside of my room window, followed by a  loud CRASH! My heart skips a beat when I hear the sound. "What the..." I am very shocked as I see something come hurling through my room window! As soon as it enters my room, I clearly see the thing that came busting in clearly: A teenaged girl. Damn, she must have been WAY  too desperate to see me! Them crazy girl fans these days...cute but scary! I hear my body guard, Bill Bray, rushing towards the room and open the door to say, "Everything OK, Mr. Jackson?" in a loyal manner. I say with a panicked expression:  "No - this girl just came crashing into my room window, like oh my god! I almost had a heart attack!" The girl came rushing to me breathlessly, and said: "Stop! I'm sorry I came through your window, Michael. But please, you've just gotta listen to me! I come from the future..." PUHHHH. Really. From the future. She must be on drugs to say that. I mean, look at her! She looked all dirty and bloody, she must have been involved with drugs! I wave my hand at her without really caring about her, and look at Bill: "Bill, please take her away". "NOOOO!" she protests. "NO! I know it may seem very hard to believe, but Michael I have proof. I can even show you... Just give me a chance!" she pleaded.  She suddenly grabs my arm. Bill Bray angrily shouts, "HEY! GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF OF HIM!" He charges towards us, but then all of a sudden she had this weird square thing (the iPhone but MJ doesn't know what it is since there were no iPhones in his time) and pressed a button on it. "What the-" Suddenly it was like a huge force hit everything around us, and it seemed like everything FROZE. What? Just like that, Bill Bray stood frozen, like he suddenly turned into a statue. Nervously shocked, I gently pushed him onto my bed to see if he would react, but he DIDN'T EVEN MOVE. Wha- HOW IS THIS EVEN POSSIBLE? Me and the girl are the only 2 people here that aren't frozen... and everyone else is? I quickly run to my brother Tito's room to wake him up, to see if this... spell of her's affected him. But it was hopeless; he stayed frozen even when I tickled him to death, and I kept calling out his name and moving his body. "Hey.. Tito.. wake up. C'mon, don't play with me! I know you're just playing with me here! Wake up!" After what seemed like forever, I finally quit. I walk out of his room, pausing to hear nothing but silence. No birds chirping; the sound of the cool wind breeze that made a little racket before now made nothing. I then go back to my room returning to the girl and looked at my clock. Is it possible she... yup. Five minutes have pasted since the girl came, so it had to be 10:17am. However, the clock still said 10:12am, the time she did arrived. I slowly opened my eyes wide in horror as the outrageous truth hits me, yet I still don't believe it; I just can't bring myself to. "How - how did you do that? How is that even possible? You froze time... just like what they do in the movies!" She says nothing to me and she smiles amusingly. Damn that makes her look so pretty under all that dirt over her... But I am literally just speechless at the moment! I try to open my mouth to make words come out, but for some strange reason they wont. Finally, after a long minute without her saying anything, like she's just waiting for me to speak, I manage to say to her "Oh my God...YOU REALLY ARE FROM THE FUTURE! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT" And she says: "AND I CAN"T BELIEVE I'M STANDING IN THE SAME ROOM AS MICHAEL FUCKING JACKSON! *HIGH PITCHED GIRL SCREAM*" She runs across the room, over to me and grabs on my body, clinging onto it very hard hugging me as she tackles me onto my bed. And yet I couldn't fight back the urge to have that very hard grin that forms over my lips as I suddenly start to kiss her, and that even-more-hard-ass-boner Mike Jr. which I can't also seem to help... I suddenly find myself giving into her hug instead of resisting it... Hey, I love the children innocently, but with the gals I love in a more *ahem* gentleman way. *Hee hee*.... Looks like there's gonna be a lot goin' on here, that's for sure...

 

Chapter End Notes:

DAMN! There seems to be a lot goin' on between Rae and MJ ALREADY! Though they've both just shared a lot of the feelings of their pasts and how they felt about their lives, what happens when they both in-depthly discuss it too each other, based on the current situation? Will Rae actually be able to help Michael prevent the mistakes he made in his life to ultimately prevent his horrifying death? Will both of their lives change for the better futuristically? Find out in #ROADTOMJSWORLD CHAPTER 5: "Strong Bonds Shared! Love's Never Felt As Good as This One."

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