The next day I was doing readings for other people. When I was done with my client I saw Michael again, he looked really depressed and lonely. "Why are you ignoring me? I know you can hear me." He begs. "Look Michael I know I can I saw you yesterday playing with the dead cat Ms, Patty. I don't want to deal with any paparazzi or people think I'm crazy because of the gift I have I would rather keep my business peaceful and quiet." I was making myself some tea. "I understand that I don't want you exposed to the media either. Ever since my death people still are making up lies that just don't exist anymore. I'm sorry but help me please." Giving me puppy dog eyes. "Ugh I really don't know Michael but if your family wants a reading from me I'll do it. If they don't you'll have to figure out a way to communicate with them yourself."  I sat down at the table. " But I have tried to communicate I talked to my mom, Paris my daughter by the way she almost fell down the burial ground. And also they couldn't hear me you don't know how frustrating it is when I feel like nobody can hear me but only you can." Back at the Jackson house Paris, Blanket, and Prince were In the house together along with Katherine the grandmother of the children. "Michael was really something remember this?" She showed her sons a picture of Michael taking a bath. "Oh yeah!" They laughed. "Hey guys do you think we should talk to a psychic?" Everyone got silent. "Mom are you crazy? Those people are phony all they want is your money and do silly tricks on you. Nobody can talk to spirits or do magic tricks it's all a hoax." Mama Jackson sighs. "Well it's worth a shot." Tito gave her some water. "Your just depressed about Michael that's all." Mama Jackson gets up. "Well if nobody wants to talk to there loved one, then I will." She walks out and gets in the limo. "Please, please, please." Michael begged. "Ok fine! Just this once but I don't want this to be on tv because cameras follow you guys all the time. If I see paparazzi with your family they'll need to stay outside." Michael takes the deal and the doorbell rings. "Yes!" The door bell rings Michael waits behind me excited to see who shows up at the door. "Hello is this the famous teenage psychic everyone talks about?" I smiled. "Yes please come in." Katherine looks around the living room. "Wow nice place." She sits on the couch while Michael follows me. "Thank you is there any questions you have for me before we get started?" Michael sits down next  to his mother. ""Oh what kind of work do you do?" Michael looks at me. "Well I can see, hear, and sense spirits. Who are you willing to contact today?" Katherine has a tear down her face as I give her a tissue. "My son Michael Jackson." I hand her a tissue. "Ok may we hold hands please? It's part of the chant ritual I do." We held hands even though Michael was still present I just thought it'll set the mood anyway. "Spirits come to me, it is your wish to speak to me. I open the gates of the spirits world so mote it be!" Mama Jackson was a little nervous and scared. I heard the doorbell ring. "Excuse me, Michael follows me again, I open the door to see cameras flashing. "May we ask Katherine Jackson a few questions! Is Michael's doctor still guilty? Who killed him?" I looked at Michael and he angrily looked at them. The cameras flashing the cameras got messed up each time they took a picture. And the video cameras would turn into static on the screen. "Hey what's wrong with the camera?" The man says. "Sorry no comment." I shut the door and walked back to the living room. "Thanks Michael." Hugging him. "Who did you say you were talking to?" Mama Jackson looks at me weird. "Michael he was protecting us from the paparazzi." She smiled. "Michael my baby boy I miss you so much." She cried. "I miss you to mom." Michael hugged her. "He's around you right now I can sense it. He wants you to know he's always with you." Michael stands next to me again. "Tell mom I was trying to speak to her the day I died. And I watch them sometimes." He whispered in my ear. "Michael said that during the day he died when you were crying he was trying to tell you he was alright but you couldn't hear him. And he is also watching you." Michael waited for the next question. "But how did Michael die? The doctor never told us." I looked at him. "Michael can you showed me how you died?" Michael went into my body and my heart rate was beating fast it was going at a inaccurate beat. I felt tired and weak my vision was a little bit blurry. My Blood vessels were slowing down and my breathing became slow somethings in my body were starting to shut down. "Are you ok?" I felt unconscious I was to weak to do anything all I really felt was the pain. "Crystal?" My chest was tightening up as I held it. Michael was under cardiac arrest as he was being rushed to the hospital. When he was in the emergency room the doctor tried everything they could to save him Michael wasn't breathing so good. His eyes were slowly closing as he watched the doctors due a medical performance on him. Michael wasn't breathing anymore, the doctors stopped walking out of the door to break the news to them. I gasped for air as I became aware of my surroundings again. "Oh my god." Kathrine pats my back. "I'm fine he died from cardiac arrest." Michael was walking around the room again. "Oh is there anything else he needs to tell me?" I looked up at Michael. "Don't forget about me. And to come back soon to talk again." Michael says in my ear. "Michael said that he doesn't want you to forget about him and that he wants you to do another session again soon so you guys can talk again." I sighed. "Michael of course I won't forget about you I love you a lot since the day you were born." Michael smiles and laughs. "I love you too." Katherine felt proud and happy. "He says he loves you too. "Oh and keep the conversation between us." Michael said in a serious tone. "And he said to keep this conversation between you guys." Katherine gets up. "Nice to meet you Mrs. Jackson hopefully we'll see each other again soon." Michael hugs his mother again. "Yes I will next time I will bring my grandchildren." She shows me a picture of them. "Aww they're so cute." I beamed. "Yup that's my kids a proud father of three." Michael added. "Yes I know Michael." I laughed. "What did he say?" Putting the picture back n her purse. "He said he's proud of being a father. When you took out the picture of your grandchildren." She gets back in her limo. "Thanks for doing this huge favor for me." Michael kissed my cheek. "Oh that's fine. And thanks for getting rid of the paparazzi."

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