June of 1995
Michael's P.O.V
I was reading the paper in my room laying with y/n laying across my lap. "Hey babe" I called she replied "yes love" "listen to this" I said and started reading
"There was lived a little girl named Susie. She was like the child any parrent would dream of, smart, sweet, and adorable. She did everything for her family but nobody loved her. Her mother was a drug dealer and her father was in a mental instituation. her older sister Anna was the only one who took care of her. Anna was the mother Susie never had and loved Susie like a daughter rather than a sister. But one day Anna was walking to the market and was hit by a truck and dies soon after in the nearby hospital. Susie cried and didn't know who would take care of her now. She starved for days and never once got to leave the cold dark house. Finally her mother died of an overdose of drugs and Susie was sent to the mountains to live with her grandfather. her grandfather raped and abused her for two whole years. One day he got drunk and left the house leaving Susie to fend for herself. She went upstairs to listen to her musicbox. Someone broke into the house to steel all of their money and vicously attacked poor Susie. When the police came to investigate, all the money was gone and Susie lie on the bottam step of the staircase, eyes roled back and blood drenching her hair, dead. After only a quick look, the men pushed Susie's body aside and continued the investigation. Her body was burned to ashes and those ashes were given to her grandfather. but only a week later he lost interest in them and dumped them into the river. Only the man next door knew who she was" I looked at her as she sat up "who would do that to such in innocent child" she said "I'm not sure but I have a song in mind" I said as I got up and called Quincy. He told ya to come to the studio so we could go over it. As we got dressed I was writing as we was heading to the studio I looked over the song and made sure it was good. Once we got there I ran inside holding y/n hand I told Quincy to get a quick beat together for me. I went straight to the studio and started singing
"Somebody killed little Susie
The girl with the tune
Who sings in the daytime at noon
She was there screaming
Beating her voice in her doom
But nobody came to her soon
A fall down the stairs
Her dress torn
Oh the blood in her hair
A mystery so sullen in air
She lie there so tenderly
Fashioned so slenderly
Lift her with care,
Oh the blood in her hair
Everyone came to see
The girl that now is dead
So blind stare the eyes in her head
And suddenly a voice from the crowd said
This girl lived in vain
Her face bear such agony, such strain
But only the man from next door
Knew Little Susie and how he cried
As he reached down
To close Susie's eyes
She lie there so tenderly
Fashioned so slenderly
Lift her with care
Oh the blood in her hair
It was all for God's sake
For her singing the tune
For someone to feel her despair
To be damned to know hoping is dead and you're doomed
Then to scream out
And nobody's there
She knew no one cared
Father left home, poor mother died
Leaving Susie alone
Grandfather's soul too had flown
No one to care
Just to love her
How much can one bear
Rejecting the needs in her prayers
Neglection can kill
Like a knife in your soul
Oh it will
Little Susie fought so hard to live
She lie there so tenderly
Fashioned so slenderly
Lift her with care
So young and so fair"
As I finished singing I sat with Quincy and Frank trying to put a beat together then after a few hours I got it. "Y/N, come listen" I said. You walked over to Michael and listen to the song. Everyone was happy including Michael even though deep down inside he was hurt. But he was definitely feeling the song.
What do you guys think? My first long story. Yes I know I haven't been updating but I was having a major writes block and plus I never had an idea on what to write. But until then see you guys next time. ❤️
