The Parasite | Eminem

39

- Marshall's Perspective -

"Hey... I love you, I want you to know that... but you might not see me... again..."

The message comes through the speaker.
There's anxiety seeping in through the blood of my veins like an all powerful drug.
Having to listen to it the first time, that was painful enough... but listening to the second time hurts unmeasurably worse.

'You might not see me again.'
It's something I can't comprehend.
It's completely beyond the understanding.
It's develops an all-consuming terror.
It's pure terror.

"I think- I think I'm loosing it- and I still have that stupid moralistic voice in the back of my head that tells me I've got to do what's necessary"

'Do what's necessary'
I can't make out what it means, but it scares me.
It scares me more that anything, because Marlow's usually not cryptic.
The woman whom I loved for hitting you square in the face... was suddenly indecipherable.

"Anyways, I won't drawl on for too long... But, if chance is on my side, I'll come back to you."

She speaks as if the voice mail is a burden on me.
She speaks of chance.
Chance.
Something she'd never bet a life on.
Chance.
Something she'd call bullshit.
Chance.
Chance.
Chance is what Marlow leaves this up to.
Whether she'll 'come back' or not.

Where she's going, I don't know.

"Don't try looking for me. I don't even know where I'm going yet."

Obviously, I didn't listen to her.
Why the fuck would I listen to my girlfriend who's clearly gone off her rocker?

Leaving things up to chance?
Completely incomprehensible for Marlow.

I don't even know what she's doing.
Is she just leaving me?
Is she doing something bad?
Is she going to...
No I can't even think about it, and yet I'm forced to.

"I don't even know where I'm going yet?" Proof mimics, hands gripping the wheel as we drive around the local area.
It all feels utterly futile.
She always knows what to do.
If she didn't want me to find her, I'd never find her.
"What the fuck is going on Marshall? Seriously, your girl's been acting wack all tour. You need to tell me everything if you want me to help you properly." He practically shouts at my trembling form.
I hold my phone, feeling it shake it my edgy grip.

"Even if I fucking told you, Doody, it wouldn't fucking help!" I frantically yell, scrolling through my messages, looking for something, anything else I could use.

A call from an unknown number.

"You don't know her like I do, and I guess I don' even know her as much as I thought. This is fucking jack shit to me! She's never talked like this before! Hence why I'm kinda fucking spazzing out! Just keep fucking driving!" I spit out in a disorderly frenzy.
I feel the cold sweat wash over me, beads of anxiety slipping down my temple.

"Wait." I suddenly state, pressing on the message and holding the phone up between us.

"Marshall, this is Leah. Marlow just called me... I don't know where she is or if you know where she is, but she told me she was going to do something really horrible. She wouldn't say what it was." In her typical cutthroat manner, Leah gives me strictly what she knows.
"Call me if you find her, or know anything... otherwise, don't bother."