The One and Only Marshall Mathers

Chapter One

My mom was a drunkie, as well as a druggie. Her hair usesd to be a beautiful blond, but now it is a ugly blond, her eyes used to be blue but now they are grey. The drugs and beer has gotten to her brain because she is starting to be abusive.

Why? Why is mommy like this? I need to know why she started to abuse me like this. It has gotten worser  over the years.

I grabbed my pillow and started to hug it when an idea just popped know my head. I'm gonna turn on Mockingbird and then Hailie's Song -Hailie's Song, I dubbed my name in instead of Hailie, and I am going to draw my dad.

After a few more tries of drawing Eminem from the Rolling Stones cover from 1999, Mockingbird was off and I started to just draw a picture of him. The picture was hanging on my wall, just like with the other posters of my dad.

Some of them are circled and drew on. My name is on all of them, making me sound creepy that I love my dad, not in that way people!-the way daughtes love their parents.

I just dont love my mom. ￣︿￣

When I was done sketching, I put the pencil down and went to lay in my bed.

In my bedroom, I could see the outside of my window from were I lay because it is a huge bay window with my beautiful light blue chiffon curtains.

It was almost around the time my mom would come and beat on me. So, I just layed where i was at and didnt move or cry when she came in because I know that will make things worser.

"Hey bitch!" She was drunk. "READY FOR YOUR BEATING?" I started to blink my eyes and whispers out a no.

Wrong thing.

I get slapped in the face and she starts to hurt me.
"You are like your father when he was young. A pussy. A motherfuckin pussy!"
I hate when she says that shit.

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I was just laying there on my bed bored.

Crying.

Crying for help.

The only things I knew what was right - or isn't - for me.

Cutting myself with a sharp metal object such as a razor.

I walked into the bathroom that was my personel one and got my razor.

Then, I started to cut 'across the street' on my wrists. Tears streamed out my eyes like water rushing through a stream.

Blood was a good site for me to  see. It just makes me feel. Feel like something i have never felt before. The different kind of love for pain.

My escape from this world.

That is what its called. My escape.

No! I started to think. Your father is your escape. He can save you if he takes you in! Think abour it! Put the damn razor down and leave your living Satan, pack your things and leave.

I listened to my thouhhts and put the razor down.

Ah good. I thougt. Now go and pack your things.

I got up to rinse the blood off of my wrist with scars and five new cuts that will be scars in the next few weeks.

I wrapped it up with gauze, covered my face with concealer and I pack my flower plaid bookbag with little clothes I have, my drawings , birth certificate and my IPhone.

I already had money to travel from Detroit to Rochester Hills, Michigan, were my father lives.

Two things I have to really worry about; my mom not letting me go. Second, Eminem objecting me of being his long lost daughter.

Well, now I'm gonna have to deal with my mom. I sneaked out of my bedroom, downstairs and made it halfway to the kitchen to get some food for my short voyage.

I crammed crackers, cheese, chips, yogurt,  bottles of Mountain Dew, and a few more things I may need in the way. I had to creep out if the door because my mom Satan was laying on the couch asleep.

After I sneaked out, I made my way out of the house free and didn't have a care in the world of my mother.

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I sat down on a bench. I finally made it to Rochester Hills. Now, I will just have to find my father's house.

My stomach started to rumble meaning I was hungry. So, I got out some crackers and that cheese that comes in a bottle and put the cheese on a cracker. I looked at it then I stuffed it in my mouth.

Damn! This is good! I started to fill my face with more cheese and crackers when I decided it was time to find my dad's house.

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Cheesy chapter I suppose?  It took me fifteen minutes just to write it. Well, since I haven't been to bed, I decided to why not just make this book? It should have been written another time.

Okay! Listen, I wanted to go ahead and wright it because I had the idea already in my head so Yeah. I wrote this by listening to Mockingbird and as I am typing right now, I'm listening to Hailie's Song.

I just LOVE IT!

-Hayleigh_Mathers♛