I laid my head back on my pillow, hoping Michael will know the answer as to what can help me. I don't want to die. Not now. I still have a full life ahead of me. Please, Michael. Please, have an answer.
"Michael?" I can't see anything at all but a little light source. I try so hard to get closer to it but it seems to be getter smaller. "Michael, where are you?!" I couldn't find anyone and I was getting into a state of panic. I could see the light getting brighter, assuming it's getting closer. But I was wrong. The light was getting brighter but that's because it was turning into an angry flame, creeping closer to me. "NO! NO! NOOOOOO!" the fire was starting a my feet then climbing up my body, turning me into a flaming torch. I could feel the heat on my skin as if this was my terrible reality.
"NO PLEASE! HELP ME! SOMEBODY!" I was screaming as loud as I could and thrashing my body all over my bed. "Taylor! Wake up! I'm here! It's me!" the tender voice said. I calmed down as the angel held me close to his flat, warm, chest. I...