Chapter 5
A foot stepped on some broken glass. "Oh my God." I heard someone. The voice was familiar to me even though it took me some time to associate it to a person. "Susie? Damn it. SUSIE?" Michael screamed my name in panic.
"Over here." I answered low. Why was he here? I didn't want him to see my like this. He stumbled over something in the living room. Then he reached me. He looked shocked.
"What happened, are you hurt? Talk to me!" His voice cracked and he gently forced me to look in his eyes.
"Stop to panic. I'm fine." I tried a convincing smile, it didn't work.
"But all the blood " Now I was confused, I hadn't noticed an
Chapter 4
Watching Michael rehearse was amazing. He wasn't even giving hundred percent and yet I couldn't stop myself from watching. Like everyday I stayed as far away as possible in the dark where no one would notice me watching. At last I hoped so. "Michael told me about the incident this morning." I jumped up. "Stop scaring me by sneaking up from behind. That's not fair, Mitch." It wasn't that difficult to do while the band was playing Beat It. Mitch was one of six bodyguards taking care of Michael's security and he was a real good friend to him. He looked at me with puppy dog eyes. I gave him a pat and couldn't stop myself from grinning.
Chapter 3
First thing on Michael's schedule was a children's hospital visit. I wasn't sure about the whole thing. Ever since I could think I disliked hospitals in every way. The typical hospital smell made me want to turn around and leave immediately. To distract myself from the urge to leave I concentrated on balancing all the toys, we brought for the kids, in my arms. Michael was truly excited to spend some time with the children. We walked down a long white painted hallway. White dressed nurses crossed our way. Their shoes made crunching noises on the ashgray floor. Everything seemed to had lost it's color, even the plants looked pallid.
Chapter 2
My first week on earth was hard. There he was, my soulmate, sitting right in front of me. The whole week he didn't seem to noticed me as someone else than his assistant but I could feel and see trough my heart things would change. With my heart I could see the real Michael not the person he tends to show in business. To see the truth with one's heart is a gift to every human but they unlearn it sooner or later. As something between human and angel it was easy for me to use this gift. You might wonder why I considered myself something between human and angel, well I hadn't gotten my wings jet.
Normally he'd smile and greet me frie
Chapter 1
My story begins where others end. My death. It came all of a sudden, a simple car crash ended my life in 2010. I hadn't done much with my life. Well I guess there's not so much you can expect of a 22 year old girl not knowing life's purpose jet. At least I didn't had to care about my future anymore, that's what I thought. Death a sea of carelessness. For some it's true, they float by in waves of mindlessness and unconcern as long as they're fed up with it and decide to take another chance. Others don't have a choice, their path is given. I'm one of those without a choice. However fate was on my side.
"Hurry up a bit, girl", Venus
The Second Life
Preface
I felt my slowing heart and the wetness pouring out of me with every single heartbeat. The warm blood soaking through the black blouse, covering the silver applications on my shoulder with dark red. I could feel it dripping down to the stage floor, forming a puddle beneath my body. I heard people running and screaming, felt their stamping feet. Flashing stage lights dazzled me. But through all this I felt his hands trying to cover the hole in my right shoulder, heard his voice, over the crowd's screaming, saw his face over me. The smile had gone, the always present twinkle of his eyes blackened with fear and sorrow.
Current Residence: Someplace Else Favourite genre of music: Pop, Rock Operating System: Snow Leopard MP3 player of choice: iPod Personal Quote: If you don't know where you are going, any road will get you there.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Michael Jackson
Favourite Writers
Wolfgang Hohlbein, Terry Goodkind, Michael Jackson