💕Michael Jackson This Is It Imagines 💕

Helping Michael ❤️‍🩹

(*Don't worry, Michael doesn't die*)

(*June 1st, 2009*)

After I had finally convinced Michael to stop rehearsing for his upcoming tour This Is It, his physical and mental was not good at all.

I also knew that when he was upset, he refused to eat.

Poor Micheal was so skinny that I could see his rib cage through his skin.

It was going to take a long time for him to recover from everything.

He knew that I loved and cared about him very much, so the king of pop trusted me with helping him out.

His family had heard about everything that was going on with Michael and it literally brought his mother Katherine to tears.

She was sad because Michael was suffering.

But they were all so grateful that I was going to help him.

The first thing to do was get Michael back to a healthy weight.

I knew that it wasn't gonna be easy, because Michael had always eaten healthy food, especially when he was preparing to rehearse for his next tour.

Michael really, really didn't want to cancel everything for the This Is It tour, but I told him that it wasn't a good idea to keep going on like this.

"Your insomnia is probably the worst it's ever been in years".

I said, while helping him walk up the stairs by holding his hand so he wouldn't fall.

"I-I k-know..."

"And you're addicted to pain killers".

We made our way to the bedroom and I helped him sit down on the bed and then sat down next to him while wrapping my arm around him.

Michael looked over at me with a sad expression .

He didn't know what to do.

Everything was different than what it used to be when he started his career as a solo artist.

"You can't keep going on like this...I don't wanna lose you".

I said, my own eyes filling with tears.

At that moment, Michael finally broke down crying.

I held him in my lap while he cried like a child.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally calmed himself down enough so he say something.

"You are not alone".

I grabbed a tissue and gave it to him so he could blow his nose.

Then, once he was done with that, I moved closer and he smiled a little.

"You're sad about a lot of things, aren't you"?

I spoke up.

"Mmhm".

Michael nodded his head up and down.

"I'll be there for you, Applehead. Every step of the way".

I smiled at him, and then kissed his cheek.

He smiled a little bit and hugged me close to him.

We talked for hours about everything that was on his mind.

His insecurities, the bad things that happened during his childhood, all the stress he's had, his family, Paris, Prince, and Blanket, how he wants to help the sick children in the hospital and in different countries, and many other things.