I ran towards the bedroom door but stopped in my place when I saw Michael standing in the doorway.

How he got there, I'd rather not consider to be true...

"Scarlet...Please..." He pleaded as he inched toward me.

I walked backwards slowly with my mouth gaped and eyes widened the size of saucers.

Oh, my god! He's gonna finish what he started all those years ago!

"No...No! Please! Somebody help me--"

The familiarity of death looking me in the face had dawned on me and I didn't plan on keeping eye contact much longer. I wanted to run but where?

"Scar, stop!" He shouted over me suddenly grabbing me by my shoulders.

Scar...

Once again, a familiarity had struck me, but this one was so different. Something that made me feel...safe?

How I'm feeling any type of safe right now is beyond me but I'll be damned if I let that feeling go...I feel as though I NEED it.

"Scar?" I repeated under my breath.

"What?"

"Scar. You called me Scar..." I whispered mustering the courage to look into Michael's eyes.

Suddenly, his eyes seemed to soften from a state of desperation and worry to kindness and recollection.

"Yes...I've called you that since the day I first met you. Remember?" He looked at me with hope in his eyes.

I didn't feel unsafe when he touched me, but I just didn't know what to think. I didn't really want to move but I was so certain this man had hurt me.

All I could think was How can I be so scared, yet feel so safe?

These emotions are driving me insane.

Who is he?

What does he want from me? Although I have a fair idea what he wants, I'm starting to think otherwise.

His touch is so warm and makes me all the more certain that I know him, but I don't remember this man at all. Except...

"You...You attacked me...You pinned me down and you tried to--"

"That wasn't me, Scar. You know it wasn't me. You've got to remember!" He pleaded, his voice cracking as tears welled up in his eyes.

He's not a monster...

"But I don't remember anything else." I sobbed holding my head in my hands.

Michael looked down at his feet and sighed deeply.

"That...that was the last thing you remembered about me being in your life...?"

The look of hurt in his eyes had my heart almost breaking as his hand slipped from my arm.

I nodded sadly before glancing up at him.

"Did you...did you...bite me?"

"No, no! Of course not!"

"Then what happened! You promised me that you'd never hurt me! Ever!" I screamed as more tears formed in my eyes.

"You remember that?"

"I don't know! I just...I don't know!" I screamed dropping to my knees and bawling my eyes out. "WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY HEAD?!"

I'm physically hurting from racking my brain for this man! Why is this hurting me so bad? I feel like I'm about to pass out! Like my head is being split in two. This isn't a regular headache...

Michael scooped me up and carried me to the bed. He laid me down and examined my demeanour.

"It's the regaining process and there must be a block. You need to remember, Scar..."

"I-I can't...AH! MAKE THE PAIN GO AWAY! MAKE IT STOP!" I screeched in more pain, gripping at the bed sheets.

"You need to remember!"

"I can't! Isn't there something you can do?! Please!" I begged, tossing and turning.

"I-I can but-"

"FUCKING DO IT THEN!"

"But I-"

"NOW MICHAEL! RIGHT N-"

My pain filled screeches were brought to a halt by his soft lips pressing to mine. All signs of pain seemed to disappear like a snow in spring. I felt as light as a feather...as if I wasn't experiencing any pain before at all.

My eyes went wide for two reasons.

#1- This guy who is meant to be my boss was kissing me.

#2- An array of memories were flooding my mind that I hadn't thought about for seven years and they all involved, none other than... Michael Jackson.

I remember him. I remember you, Michael...