3am (Eminem / Slim Shady Fanfic)

26. Love Me

Robyn's P.O.V.

I've done well for myself in the past few years.

Really well.

That false identity I now live under, it's really allowed me to start a new life and leave all of the craziness behind, right in the past where it belongs.

I had gone back to college, taking psychology as my major once again, doing what my mother had always wanted and what I was always supposed to do, before Marshall and Shady made me stray from my ways.

Of course it isn't always easy. And there still times when I miss them both like crazy.

I miss Marshall's softness and Shady's aggression. And how the two of them used to make me feel.

But now I also realize that what I've had with those two, it was never real. And I have made some mistakes, so many mistakes actually, all because I had wanted to be with them so badly.

I know better now though.

And I have been trying, like I said, to put my shameful past behind me.

After earning my degree, I began practicing as a therapist. I mostly specialize in treating Stockholm Syndrome victims.

Although, sometimes I myself need help as well.

I still at times need to work through my memories and all of the trauma in my past.

That's where my own therapist comes in. Whom I pay handsomely for her discretion. Well, my money pays for it, as much as the whole doctor/patient confidentiality thing. Thank God for HIPPA. Dr. Sandra is probably the only one that knows the whole truth. About who I truly am, or whom I used to be, more like it. Because I for sure am not THAT Robyn anymore. Not no foolish girl that's allowed herself to fall in love with a serial killer.

Now today I have been asked to sit in on one of my colleagues sessions at this mental asylum we both practice at here in Florida.

There's a new transfer patient here who is quiet notorious.

The whole country knows his name, and yet, in the past 4 years, he's been a whole lot calmer than before, pretty much subdued, and nobody knows why.

Marshall Mathers claims that he has been cured and is now completely free from his Slim Shady personna.

Now me, I specialize in counseling the Stockholm Syndrome survivors, like I've previously said. So this has nothing to do with me.

And yet, my colleague, Winston, he really wanted my input on this (most likely it's just his weird ass way of trying to spend more time with me, actually, despite the fact that he knows damn well nothing would ever come out of this, I have my fiancé, Audrey, so obviously I am not trying to hook up with anybody at my workplace, or anywhere else for that matter. But Winston doesn't care. Winston is creepy like that) So here I am, sitting behind the double glass wall, listening in.

They are trying to determine whether or not Marshall Mathers is actually telling the truth and he really is reformed, or whether or not he is lying and only pretending to he rid of Slim Shady, just so he could one day be set free.

And nobody at this facility obviously has any idea about my connection to Marshall / Slim Shady. Thanks to my false identity.

I know what I know though.

And it's so strange and bittersweet to lay eyes on him after all these years.

Anyways, let's go back to the past...