Michael Jackson Remember The Time Novels & Stories

Don't be stupid—" But before he could finish his little speech, Michael's voice boomed from the stage. He said slowly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, "Actually, I already knew Aurora was at that party." The whole room froze. Audrey, my parents, and even I were stunned. Wait. Did that mean he remembered me that night? Even under the influence of the drug? My chest tightened as a bad feeling prickled at me. Audrey, though, thought Michael was finally speaking in her defense. Her chin lifted high again, her voice smug and loud.

he tells me and even then I don't remember anything about that. Why can't I just remember anything even though I try so hard racking my brain about it again and again? It's as if I don't even have any memory of when I was just a kid. My memories are starting only after I was six. And that's bothering me these days. Especially after I told Venus about it. "And then we all turned to Monica for a solution. That's what we always do," Michael says and Monica laughs at it. Not in a funny way.

An invisible force clenched my heart in a merciless grip. Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead like raindrops. Every tick of the clock hammered against my chest, each second a tormenting reminder of the passing time. I picked up the paper card with trembling hands, my lips quivering as I forced myself to speak. "There's still time," I said, my voice shaky but desperate. "We're withdrawing money from different banks. The amount you're asking for is too much—it takes time to gather it all."

"This surgery has to be done by Dr. Dover. Call him right away. If he's not here in an hour, the patient won't make it." That's what they said the first time. And here I was, right back in this moment. Eleanor barely hanging on, her frail body like a breath away from collapse. The whole room buzzed with panic. I grabbed my phone, heading for the door, but then—it hit me. Johnny. His blade. The memory of my stomach tearing open like shredded wrapping paper, his grief-twisted face, the searing pain.

I remind them to lock up the house and to text me when they reach their destination. Unsure of what else to do I kick off my shoes and lie back on his bed and close my eyes letting the music play with the phone next to me. Listening to the music play I drift off to sleep. When I wake up there's a throw covering me and my phone is on the nightstand with the music turned off. I sit up and grab my phone to check the time, only an hour has passed. I take a swig of the bottled water in my purse to cleanse my mouth and another to quench my thirst before putting it back. I stand to stretch just as the door opens and it's Mekhi.

**** ~ Flashback ~ Before heading to the library, Evelina and Rissa are on their way to the opposite end of the class to the library. Evelina walks and she stops from her path, she just remembers that there was something she forgot. Seeing Evelina's reaction stop, Rissa asks her. "Eve, what's wrong? Is there anything you left in the classroom?" "No, I forgot something. That actually, I wanted to return the book in the library," she replied.

He says to me and brings me back to the present. “Oh, nothing. I was just remembering my mom when I was little, used to take me to the shop with her where she worked on clocks. I used to love to play with all the gears, even though the owner hated it.” I smile as I remember it fondly and then I gaze into his eyes when he leans down and kisses me softly on the lips.

Only Micheal had known, because when he’d held her hand before she took the stage, her fingers had been ice cold and trembling. Ice cold, trembling. He paused, his memory wandering off for a moment, to a dark place, a place he didn’t want to go. He forced his memories back to that senior show. Beverly had walked up onto that stage with Sophia, looking like she hadn’t a fear in the world. They’d sungEvHeal the world” by Micheal Jackson though they didn't win, they took second place. And now, that song seemed strangely prophetic. “Go on,” Robert urged, his voice distant, becoming a part of Micheal’s memory. “You know how I love to hear you sing.”

I simply made a call to my mentor, Oscar Walsman, and asked him to send someone to pick me up. There was less than a day left before I'd be pulled back by the time machine, taking with me all the memories from ten years in the future. But once the course of fate was altered, those memories would disappear forever. Still, I didn't regret it—because the version of me who had defied fate would finally get to live a brand-new life.

When Gina reached the chorus, her voice lifted gently, filled with longing. 🎵 “If I could turn back time once more, I would love you softer, love you slow.” 🎵 Someone in the audience quietly sniffed. Another lowered their head, memories stirred without warning. The heartbreak in the song became clear. This was not just music—it was a confession. 🎵 “Even if the world forgets your name, My heart will still remember.” 🎵 By the final verse, Gina’s voice trembled slightly, wrapped in sorrow and love. When the last note faded, the hall fell into complete silence.