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Oct 8, 2004

Written by Daz, Inspired by MJ
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~ Synopsis ~

James is only 5 but he feels like someone else.
Do you have to follow your Destiny or
can you create your own path?

~ Copyright 2015 ~


Proud Member
Oct 8, 2004
" Destiny "

Written by Daz, Inspired by MJ

~ Chapter One ~


James just 5 was sitting there in the Doc's office all bundled up.
Just like he had heard some terrible news on his condition.
His loving Mum was pleading the Doctor for an answer.
He scratched his beard breaking free from his face.
He looked ever so pensive like it seemed he would just
drop the bomb on her but he calmly spoke:
"I don't know... I really don't see the problem, Mrs. Heath.
He's just a boy. Kids do have nightmares, you know!
Did he start kindergarten already? "
"Yeash, Doctor Connor"
She glanced at her son sitting there shivering and
he had this 'you're dead, Man' glance on his face.
"Well, I'll give it just another month. He needs to settle.
It's just that. " He shrugged and smiled at the little boy.
If James' eyes had been bullets, he was a goner by now.
"It's okay to worry about James but
I should give it some time. If the nightmares do continue,
you can always pop back in."
"Thanks, Doc" was the only thing she spit out before
she left his office, dragging the little boy with her.
Quacks, these days hey!

~ Copyright 2015 ~

~ Chapter Two ~

Written by Daz, Inspired by MJ


Worried, she looked at the little boy holding her hand.
Vulnerable, he smiled at her.
"You okay, James? "
"Yeash, mum. We don't have to go back, do we? "
"No, son. We'll fix it, okay."
He only nodded. He silently crawled in the car.
Still worried and puzzled, she hit the traffic.
He was silent, too silent really.
She just knew the right way to sooth him.
She just pressed 'Play' on the CD player and in an instant
she saw him 'alive' again looking outside and
enjoying the music.
Maybe, he just needs some TLC, that's all.

In the evening, she told her hubby that she would solve it
whatever the problem was.
When they came home, there was more music and videos.
There was only one artist who could really keep him sweet.
Did you guess it?
Well, it is Michael Jackson.
There is something special about that man though.
She just hoped for one moment that he was still here as
this would have been such a Birthday treat if
she could have taken him to go see MJ.

It was funny though cause James didn't seem to mind that
he wasn't here anymore and the only thing he claimed was
that he knew he was heaven.
What puzzled her even more was that he knew how
he had been murdered.
How? Maybe, she told him and he remembered?
There was no other way, he could have known.
Maybe, his teacher told him. Yeah that's it, right?

She checked upon him and he had fallen asleep already.
She glanced at his image on TV and only smiled while
she pressed 'stop'.
She tucked him in and kissed his forehead.
James only stirred but didn't wake.

Though in the midst of the night,
she was holding his shaken and crying body.
He had that awful nightmare again and
so she tried to hush him now while
he only muttered:
"They let me die... No... I didn't want to die yet..."

~ Copyright 2015 ~

Next: Part 3



Proud Member
Oct 8, 2004
" Destiny "

Written by Daz, Inspired by MJ

~ Chapter THREE ~


"So, James? "
"Yeash, Mum" He looked up from his cereal.
"You really wanna go to school today? "
"UHHH" He pondered while sifting through his cereal.
She dried her hands on her kitchen towel and
came sitting next to him.
"I only worry, Hun. You know me, huh"

Vulnerable, he looked at her and only nodded 'yeash'.
"Why should I stay home, Mum?
Because of the nightmares?
Don't you think that is rather lame? "
He gulped his cereal in and it made her sigh.
"Good boy" She rubbed his hair as he pulled away and
protested for messing up his hairstyle now.

Worried, she sent him off to school and
was stopped by a lady presenting herself as
a playground guardian.
"Mrs. Heath? "
"Yeash" She turned around surprised.
"James Heath's Mum? "
"Yeash" she only answered like
she had been caught sneaking around.
"Is just James has really withdrawn himself lately.
Is everything alright at home? "
"Yeash, what's wrong now? " She sighed.
"Oh, I don't really want to worry you but I just noticed that
James sticks to this corner there."
She pointed a dark corner by the bikes.
"It's probably nothing but I just wanted to tell you this."
"Thanks" She shrugged as if to say
'why isn't he allowed to stand in that corner anyway?'
but she only smiled and said goodbye before getting in her car again.

All day, she had been thinking and worrying about James.
Was there really something wrong with him?
What he whispered last night really puzzled her?
He hadn't died yet, did he now?
He was only 5 and never really had been ill.
Oh well, the usual cold and flu but nothing really serious.

It was only when she came to pick him up from school at 2:30 that
she really worried now.
"No, leave me alone" he screamed at the bully and
lashed out to him. Instead of the bully been scolded,
both were detained and she had to locate him in the principal's office.
Of course, she demanded an answer.
The bully promised to let him off the hook and
he had to promise to be good too whatever that meant.

Once in the car, she asked if he was okay.
He only nodded at first and then spoke.
"I'm sowwy, Mummy but he started it."
"Well, don't continue then. Ignore him and he'll quit, okay."
He only nodded.
"Can I listen? " He asked ever so heartbroken.
"Of course, Hun"
He pressed 'play' on the CD player and
all his worries seem to vanish in an instant.
'Okay, its just the bullying. We can handle that' her mind stated.

~ Copyright 2015 ~

~ Chapter Four ~

Written by Daz, Inspired by MJ


So, life went on in the Heath family.
Though, mum hadn't told her hubby about the bullying,
she kept a 'close eye' on her son.
Indeed, it seemed he was more withdrawn and
drowned in thoughts. The nightmares were still
a daily feature. Dad claimed he'd 'grow out' of it one day.
When hey?

One day when she came to pick him up from school,
his grade teacher called out to her.
Of course, it worried her.
Was the bullying not enough?
The meeting was set for tomorrow evening as it seemed urgent to her.
James just took mum's hand and smiled.
Her heart melted into a puddle really as
she took him home and had to explain to her hubby why
his teacher needed to see them.
Her hubby fretted at her but she worried, really worried now.
James, in the meantime, was browsing the fridge for
his fave juice that he found when he uttered a cheer.

That evening came too soon and there they were.
The teacher had asked her to bring James along too.
Not aware of it, she did what was expected from her.
They were welcomed in a classroom.
His grade teacher also introduced a colleague of hers.
Once again polite hello's were exchanged.
Okay, bombshell time. Are you ready?

The nice lady in a two piece suit approached James and
lured him to a table with stuff on.
What was happening now?

James once glanced at his Mum for reassurance but
all she could do was nod that is was okay.
What else could she do?
Take her son and flee? Maybe, this was all for the best.
Maybe, the nightmares will ease off a little.
They surely needed to take the edge of it cause it worn them all out.

She began this conversation on a light note just
asking them how James was at home.
"He's fine, Mrs." Mr. Heath only shrugged impatient.
Mum was thinking of what to say.
Should she come clean about her worries now?
"He's a bit withdrawn and suffers from nightmares."
Mr. Heath rolled his eyes as if to say 'what would it help? '

"Yeah, that should explain why he's so tired and withdrawn but..."
she hesitated. How would you tell bombshell news?
Sugar coated or flat out pure?
She scraped her throat and hitted off her raid.
"Does he tell you stories? "
Both parents nodded 'NO'.
"He always listens to that same bloody music"
Mr. Heath heaved his voice to break through the heavy silence.

Mum looked at what James was doing.
It seemed like he was playing on a tab with the lady smiling at him.
"What kind of stories? " Mrs. heath finally asked once
she located her voice again.

It made the grade teacher sigh though.
"Does he watch the News, surf the net? "
"No" Mum only nodded. "He watches DVD's, that's all."
"DVD's? " She answered drowned in thougths.
"Which ones? "
"ehhh, Michael Jackson"
"Now, that is the problem" she blurted out.
"See, Kate. I told you."
"Okay, let me get to the point now."
"Finally" Mr. Heath bellowed throwing his hands in the air.
"Do you believe in reincarnation? "
"What? " She asked bedazzled.
"For Gee sake, just tell us what is wrong with our son."
He was getting fed up with this velvet approach.
A problem is problem, period!

His grade teacher named 'Faye' only glanced at her colleague.
She still wore that darn smile as James was 'drawing' now.
"Okay, that wraps up our conversation.
Thanks for coming! "
"Wait... Wait..." Mr. Heath yelled.
"There is something you aren't telling us here."
Miss Faye only smiled at him.
"That is up to James."
He only frowned his forehead trying to figure out what
it meant and then just shook his head.

"Thank you, James"
"You're welcome, Ma'am"
"Well, please tell Miss Faye if the nightmares wear off now.
Thanks for coming in."
"Okay" He only shrugged.

Though, they already noticed something different about James.
"Thank you" he only spoke and shook her hand.
What a bombshell evening was this, hey?

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