~SET IN THE DANGEROUS ERA~
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You smiled as you watched your husband run around, several children around him. You were seated underneath a tree, watching as Michael giggled and smiled. You were so proud of him. The kids, that he had been playing with, were individuals that he had invited to Neverland. He treated each kid as his own. Mac was also amongst the kids, acting the fool. Janet and La Toya were a part of the group as well.
Despite the fact that you were in the shade, your wedding ring was glistening proudly - further emphasizing the fact that you were married, and had been for the past five years.
Michael Jackson was your husband, and your rock. He was the man that kept you together, and you knew that you would be lost without him.
As you leaned back against the tree trunk, you let out a sad sigh. Your heart began to feel heavy, making it difficult for you to breathe. There was something that you had been hiding from him, and you desperately wanted to tell him. However, you were scared.
What were you hiding?
The fact that you were a drug addict.
Now, you weren't as bad of a drug addict as most people would be. You weren't necessarily involved with hard drugs.
You were addicted to diphenhydramine.
You had first been introduced to the medication when you'd had a bad allergy attack, two years ago. Initially, you noticed that you would be on somewhat of a high whenever the drug was in your system. Over the years, you continued to increase the dosage - and now, you were taking excessive amounts of the drug.
Of course, Michael had no idea. The only person who knew, apart from yourself, was Janet. She had found out three months ago, and she had agreed to keep it a secret. However, she did not condone your behavior. She would always urge you to tell Michael.
Suddenly, Michael came running up to you - snapping you out of your thoughts. You looked up, and forced a smile.
"Are you sure that you don't want to join us?" he frowned. "It's so much fun!"
You let out a sigh, standing up whilst shaking your head. "I'm tired," you lied. "I'll just..be upstairs," you kissed his cheek. "Carry on,"
Michael nodded before kissing your forehead, after which, he ran off. You turned around and made your way into the mansion. You checked to see if anyone was watching you, and when you were certain that the coast was clear - you ran up the staircase, and into the bedroom that you shared with your husband.
After slamming the door shut, you ran over to your dressing table - opening the drawer and fishing out a packet of diphenhydramine tablets. You had quite a handful of these packets, and they were well hidden.
You ripped open the packet, and emptied the sachets. With a sigh, you stuffed the empty sachets into the box before tossing it onto the bed.
In the blink of an eye, you had ingested the tablets. You hated yourself for being so weak, but you simply couldn't help yourself.
A moment passed before you heard someone knock at the door.
"Mrs. Jackson?" you heard one of the maids, Gina, call. Your eyes widened, and you quickly shoved the empty box underneath the pillows.
"Come in," you cleared your throat. The door opened, revealing the pretty maid.
"Uh..I'm sorry to disturb," she smiled a little as you set your hands on your hips. "But Mr. Jackson asked me to check on you, and to make sure that you were alright,"
"I-I'm fine," you nodded. "Is that all?"
"Yes," Gina responded before pulling the door shut - leaving you on your own again.
Just as you began to relax, you heard the bedroom door open again - making you jump slightly.
This time, it was Janet. She had an angry look on her face as she entered the room, being sure to shut the door behind her.
"Please don't tell me you made your way up here to take those tablets," she sighed.
You looked down, tears flooding your eyes.
"Are you serious?!" she snapped. "(Y/N), you can't keep on doing this! Michael's worried about you!" she exclaimed. "Where's the rest?"
You stayed silent, not wanting to say anything.
"Where is the rest?!" she raised her voice. "(Y/N), this is it! No more!" she groaned. "God! I can't believe I agreed to keep this a secret!" she bit her lip. "Now tell me where the rest of the medicine is,"
With shaky hands, you pointed at your dressing table. Upon seeing this, Janet made her way over to the piece of furniture, opening the drawer.
A gasp escaped her lips as she fished out several boxes. You turned around to look at her.
"I can't believe this," she dropped the boxes onto the floor. "(Y/N), this is getting way out of hand," she breathed. "You need to tell Michael. You need help,"
"I'm fine!"
"No, you're not!" Janet responded. "You're always stealing away, just so you can take these tablets! It's not right! Do you know how worried Michael is about you? And all this time, he's been kept in the dark!"
You shook your head, letting the tears stream down your face. Janet's expression softened as she made her way up to you - pulling you in for an embrace.
"Listen...(Y/N)," she whispered, pulling away to look into your eyes. "You're a beautiful girl. And I know that I agreed to keep this a secret from Michael, but it's getting way too serious," she continued. "Your addiction is only going to get worse,"
You looked down at your feet, fiddling with your wedding ring. "What do I do, Janet?" you sniffed. "What do I do?" you felt helpless.
"You tell Michael," she said gently. "Tonight,"
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Once the day had ended, everyone had gone home - including Janet and Mac. The stash of medicine that you had previously hidden, was now on the bed - on full display. Michael hadn't been into the bedroom for the whole day, so he didn't notice the boxes of medication.
Biting your nails nervously, you waited for Michael come into the bedroom.
Several moments passed before you heard a pair of footsteps, approaching the bedroom. You took in a deep breath as the bedroom door opened - revealing Michael.
"Hey-" he stopped mid sentence when he noticed how troubled you looked. It seemed to have taken him a second to see the boxes on the bed. "What...is going on?" he questioned, entering the bedroom before shutting the door.
You bit your lip as he made his way up to you, a look of concern painted on his face.
"(Y/N)?" he gestured to the boxes on the bed. "What are those?"
He turned around, grabbing one of the boxes and examining it.
"Diphenhydramine?" he raised an eyebrow. "Why do you have so much of these?" he turned his head to look at you. "(Y/N)?"
Your breathing was shaky, and your palms were sweaty - but you were going to do it. You needed to do it.
"Michael...I...have a problem," you began, making him frown slightly. "I'm...addicted to diphenhydramine," you exhaled. "I've been addicted for...over two years now,"
Michae stared at you. He honestly didn't know whether you were being serious or not.
"You're....addicted?" he mumbled. "But...why....when...how-" he shook his head. "Wait, what the hell is going on?"
The tears began to form in your eyes. "I...I'm addicted," you repeated. "I don't know how else to say it. I've been taking excessive amounts of this drug, because....it...gives me a high that I can't quite describe," you looked down at your feet.
"A...high?" he tossed the box, that he was holding, onto the mattress. "And...why the hell didn't you tell me about any of this?!" he snapped. "For two years, you hid this from me?!"
"Michael, please, just calm-"
"Two years?!" he groaned. "(Y/N), we're supposed to be married! You're supposed to tell me about these things!"
The tears began to stream down your face, making him shake his head in pure disbelief.
"Who else knows?" he questioned lowly.
"O-Only Janet," you managed, your voice barely audible.
"And when were you going to tell me about this?!"
"I just did," you muttered.
Michael simply couldn't believe it. He walked over to the closet and grabbed his coat.
"Where are you going?" you began to cry.
Closing the closet doors, he slipped on the coat without a word - proceeding to walk out.
"Michael!" you called. In a state of panic, you made an attempt to follow him.
"Don't follow me," he said before kicking the room door shut - leaving you on your own.
God, I hope I haven't ruined my marriage.
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Three hours had passed by, and Michael hadn't returned home yet. You were seated at the bedroom window, looking out at the gardens. Your eyes were swollen, and there were tears streaming down your face.
Your insides were turning, and you were deeply worried about your husband.
What if he decides that he doesn't want me? What if he leaves altogether?
Suddenly, you heard the bedroom door open - making you turn your head. When you saw Michael walking in, you got to your feet - staring at him as he shut the door behind him. He took off his coat with a sigh, tossing it onto the bed.
The boxes of medication were still on the bed, making the room a whole lot more tense.
Your husband closed his eyes briefly before opening them again, walking up to you until the two of you were barely inches away from each other.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, resting his forehead against yours as his hands moved to your waist. "I should never have walked out like that. I was just...upset that you didn't trust me enough to tell me about it,"
"It's not that I didn't trust you enough," you sniffed. "I just...didn't want to disappoint you," your voice was weak. "But I'm prepared to give this up. I'll go and see a therapist - I'll stay away from the tablets,"
Michael broke into a small smile as he nodded gently.
"You need to promise me that you won't take those tablets anymore," he sighed. "From now on, no more,"
"I promise," you breathed. "No more,"
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I know it sucked, but diphenhydramine is a drug that I'm actually on😂
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Isha♡
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