if your here, your here to obviously read a story about Paris Katherine Michael Jackson and her father Michael Jackson. I decided to make a story since I haven't been on this account for like? FOREVER! so i hope you enjoy first chapter where she tells the family about her suicide attempt in 2013, and her depression is getting worse! 

(Paris's POV)

I sat on my bed, looking outside my bedroom window. I looked towards my wall and scene the photos of my dad. tears went down my cheek. gosh, i miss him. it has been exactly 6 years since my Father's passing, and now i am a 17 year old, keeping her feelings to herself. everybody thinks i am better... which i am not. My hair was long, and now the color black for my dad. Me and Chester broke up 5 months ago, it was just getting weird to me. I look at my wrist, which were full with cuts. I stood up from my chair which was next to my window and go to my closet. i open the doors and grabs this long shirt, my father owned, and that he worn 2 days prior to his death. it was the red shirt, and I put it on me and it had his scent, did I forget to mention today is his death Anniversary... and I have been mainly in my room today. now it was time to show myself. I walk to my door and leave the room. I walk down the hallway and down the stairs. I see my brothers and smile. our cousin TJ was cooking breakfast. Aunt Janet and Latoya sat here waiting for some breakfast. they turn to me and smile. 

"it looks good on you" Janet says and i smile. TJ turns to me and smirks. 

"Don't worry, paris, we know about your feelings" latoya says. 

"what feelings?" i stutter and they laugh.

"paris... we know... you miss him" TJ says

"of course i do, he was my dad. i only got to know him for the first 9-11 years of my life... you guys still have your father while mine died because of this man who overdosed him!" I yell and prince rubs my back. 

"Paris. calm down!" TJ says

"no.... you don't understand... my dad died.... he isn't here... god... i need him" i say with tears. 

"Paris.. we got you through this once" janet says softly "we'll do it again" 

"NO!" i yell pulling away from Prince and trying to run off my TJ, runs to me holding my wrist. i grit my teeth in pain.

"Paris what is wrong?!" he whispers.

pulling up my sleeve, he sees tons of cuts and his eyes widen. I cry and he pulls me into a hug.

"P-Paris.... why didn't you tell us" he says with tears

"because..." i say

"why?" he whimpers

"NEVERMIND!" i yell pulling away and running towards the front door. i open it and slam it and begin to run. why not leave this world.... im just fucking worthless...