My Best Friend Eminem, My Love Marshall Mathers

Chapter twenty-eight

The nightmares are just part of true events I had in my life.

Chapter twenty-eight

            My heart pounded harder out of my chest, I just felt like I was running in place, trying to reach for the door with the crack of light. All along I kept hearing voices; I could not make them out. They were cursing at me, and telling me to die. I stop at a figure before me, his eyes were blue as the ocean and yet around them red, and his body look like it was made of ash. I got down on my knees and thought this was a dream it has to be, I gathered my courage and yelled for Marshall.

“MARSHALL! MARSHALL! HELP SOMEONE PLEASE!! WAKE ME UP!!”

            The figure took me by the neck and squeezed it, “help!” I shouted.

“Natalia! Wake up!”

“Wake up! Please!” he begged, I opened my eyes and felt my whole body in pain, Em had a tight grip around my arms and had a look of panic. I kept gasping for air, and my body felt chilled.

“Natalia, are you ok?” Em asked softly. I manage to catch my breath and let out a soft, “uhm”

Em held me close, “it was a nightmare, its ok you’re safe now” his voice was like velvet.

“Is everything ok?” a security guard came in.

“Yes everything is fine” said Em.

I moved myself away from Marshall’s body, “you ok miss?” asked the guard.

“Yes, I was having a nightmare” I said, almost like a child’s voice.

“A nightmare?” he questioned. Almost like he couldn’t believe it could’ve been a nightmare I was screaming from.

“Yes, I’m sorry if I caused any trouble” I straighten my voice.  

“It’s ok, feel better miss”

            The guard left, I was embarrassed, I could only imagined how far my voice traveled and how many people heard it. Em moved some hair away from my face, “how long has this been going on?” asked Em.

“What?”

“The nightmares” he said, “not long, maybe…A couple of weeks” I muttered.

“Every night”

“Mostly” I said softly, “its ok” he caresses my cheek, “I’m here now” he said softly.

A feeling that I have forgotten came back to me, those tingling butterflies, and how they left a sting on the walls of my stomach. His fingertips were cold as he traveled them down my warm sweaty back. He leaned his head closer to my lips, “I’ll protect you” he mumbled. I let out a breath of air, “I’m right here” he said clearer. I lay my head on his shoulder.