AVA POV

1 week later

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"Why not tonight?" Michael whined.

"Because we did it last night and I don't feel like it right now." I sigh.

"Pleasee?" He whined.

"Just brush your teeth already." I say.

I hop on the bed and I lay my head on the pillow. I watch as Michael walks to the bathroom.

The plan with Madonna worked and she is always visiting her fans. She just can't get enough of them. I feel so happy for her. Everything is fine now. Everything is going to work out.

Michael's vitiligo is getting worse. Its getting all over him. I mean I don't mind it. But i'm afraid the media would bully him about it.

But at least his music is going well.  He made a new album called bad. I helped him with some of the songs. He just needs one more song to complete the album. He is just having trouble finding out what.

I sigh in the pillow and I start coughing. Am I coming down with something?

Michael comes out the bathroom smiling. He lays down next to me.

"You forgot to turn off the light." I sigh.

"No. I just got this." He said.

He clapped his hands and the light turned off.

"Woah. Do it again." I say.

He clapped and it turned on.

"Let me try." I say.

I clap and it turns off.

"Eee! This is so cool." I say excited.

Michael laughs.

I keep clapping and it keeps going on and off. Michael grabbed my hand and stopped me.

"Lets not break it now." He said.

I laughed. I clapped once more and the lights turned off.

"Good night Michael." I say.

"Good night Ava." He replied.

I slowly closed my eyes and started to drift off. But I came back when I felt hands wrap around my waist. Michael brought me closer to him. I felt him smiling on my shoulder. He started kissing my neck.

"What the heck Michael. I said no." I say pushing him away.

"But-" He tries to say.

"No buts." I say.

"You give me inspiration. And I need your inspiration now." He said.

I didn't respond.

He started singing.

"I wanna rock with you, all night. Dance you into the sunlight. I wanna rock with you. I wanna rock the night away." He sang.

I turned to him and I wrapped my arms around his neck and I settled in his chest. He kept on singing until I drifted off into sleep.

I wake up to feeling crushed.

"Ow." I groan.

I see that Michael is on top of me sleeping.

"Get. Off." I say pushing him.

He mumbles something in his sleep. I push him and he falls off the bed. I expected him to wake up but he is still sleeping on the floor.

"What the heck." I sigh.

I get off the bed and I open the curtains. It was already morning. I stretch and I walk to the bathroom. I make sure to take my time since we don't have a lot to do today anyway. I hear a scream coming from the room as I was putting on my makeup. I run out and I run to our room. I see Michael on the floor with his face filled with tears and he is sobbing and in a corner.

"What the hell Michael?" I ask worried running to him.

"I didn't know what to do. I-i it isn't my fault." He cried.

I slap Michael.

"Get a hold of your self. WHAT HAPPENED?!" I say.

"The girl she-" He tried to say but he kept on sobbing.

I try to touch Michael but he pushes himself against the wall.

"I'm disgusting. Don't touch me." He sobbed.

"No. I would never think that baby." I say.

I hold him in my arms and he lets me.

When he finally calmed down he told me what happened.

"I was just looking out the window and there was this girl she was running and I thought everything was fine until I saw a man chasing her and he grabbed her. I wanted to do something. To say something to- anything to help her. But I was a coward and just watched as he raped her. Her screams were ignored by everyone but me. And I didn't even do anything about it." He said. More tears flood his eyes.

"Its okay. It isn't your fault." I say.

"But it is! And the worst part was that the girl saw me as she was getting raped. She looked at me with these sad- horribly sad eyes. I'M SO HORRIBLE! I'M AN EVIL PERSON!" He said.

Michael got up and started walking out the door.

"Michael!" I call after him. I shake my head worried about him.

I should just give him some space. That is pretty traumatizing. I wonder if the girl is still there. I look out the window and I see her. She looks horrible.

I run down the stairs and I open the front door. I felt the cold winter air on me. I shiver and I grab my  jacket. I push through the snow and I see her.

"Are you okay?!" I yell to her.

She only has short sleeves on and her shirt is all ripped with blood.

She shakes her head.

When I get to her I try to touch her but she moves from mytouch scared.

"Don't worry. I wont hurt you." I say calmly and slowly.

She looks to be 11 or so.

I take off my jacket and I put it over her. She threw herself on me holding me real tight. She was crying like nuts. I held her in my lap and I pat her hair down as she cried on me. I felt her fingernails dig into my shirt as she sobs. This poor girl. I helped her up and I put her on my back. She was very skinny. I strutted through the snow and I opened the front door. I threw her on the sofa with a grunt. She calmed down and was just holding herself and looking down.

"You will need to get to the hospital. Should I call your parents?" I ask.

"I don't have any." She said.

"What? So you're all on your own?" I ask.

"Yes." She says.

"I guess the best we can do is pay for your hospital bill." I sigh.

"We?" She asks.

"Yeah. Me and my boyfriend." I say.

"Oh." She says and looks down.

I grab my keys and I point for her to get on my back.  She is in the middle of climbing on until we hear a thud. I swing my gaze to the noise. I see Michael on the ground with a paper in his hand. He is shaking his head and panicking.

"Michael this is a girl who was hurt by someone." I say.

The girl looks at Michael her eyes widening. She whimpered and crawled on to me not looking at him.

"I'm sorry!" He cried.

The girl buried her face in my shirt.

"It's okay." I whisper.

"I was scared too. I didn't know. I'm sorry. Please." Michael cried.

She let go of me and I thought she would run out the door. But instead she walked to Michael. Or crawled leaving a trail of blood. I gagged at the sight.

She grabbed Michael's face in her hands and she smiled.

"I forgive you." She whispered with a ragged voice.

Michael grabbed her in a hug and they both cried their eyes out.

"We should get you to a hospital now." I say after they finish their moment.

"Yeah." Michael says.We both get her to the car and we drive her to the hospital.

"I think I have a new song." Michael told me on our way to the hospital.

"What is it called?" I ask.

"Man in the Mirror." He says smiling.