Wake Up Call (English) #Wattys2016

April - 10 days left

I got up first the next morning, which really wasn|t any shock when I thought back to Marshall the day before.

A handful of pills ?!

Okay, he may have trouble sleeping, but a handful of pills is a little bit much?! Or VERY much ...

I looked over at Marshall in the couch while I picked up my phone. Perhaps Proof knew anything about his pill abuse? How had he gotten hold of so much in the first place ?!

I dialled the number and took cell phone to my ear while I heard the monotonous tone quite a while before someone answered on the other end.

"What up ..." He mumbled,  that's right ... He was at a party yesterday as usual! Hahah!

"What up, Deshaun!" I laughed, he coughed a laugh before he groaned hard.

"Alex, what'chu doin 'girl?"

"Oh, y'know ... Worriying about the bag of pills lying on the sofa?"

"Yo, bag of pills !?"

"A metaphor for Marshall ... It was a pretty bad metaphor though, don't blame you if you didn't get it ..."

"Aigh't ... You saw him take some"? He asked, I sighed loudly.

"I didn' t see him take some, Proof ... I saw him take A LOT."

"... how much?"

"I ... Look ... I saw that he looked very tired, so I told him I was going to bed and asked if he was coming with me. And I really tried! He said he had to get some shit done down at the studio and he'd be right up. I, of course, did't believe him so I stayed up. I was in the sofa, constantly looking at the clock and waiting for him to come to bed. I'm not even kidding right now, I sat there from 9:40 p.m. until 3 AM in the morning!"

"Yooooo!" He exclaimed shocked.

"Yes, and it gets worse. I woke up when he came up to the kitchen, he didn't see me as I watched him pour pills from three different pill-bottles and swollow them down with a glass of water. When he then turned around and saw me, he walked over to the sofa like he was drunk, I tried to confront him, but he fell asleep before he could 'protect' himself!"

"Did you check what pills he took?"

"Yeah, Valium, Ambien and Vicodin. Proof, he really needs a break! He works way too much!"

"I know, dawg ... Try telling that shit to him and you'll sleep alone in bed for days, I tell ya ... He hates being told to do something."

"I know, but this isn't healthy! I'm generally concerned of his health! When did this start !?"

"Oh, that's a long time ago ... Back at the filming of 8 Mile, he couldn't sleep cause he was working on the movie, the new album; The Eminem Show, writing the movie soundtrack and as if that wasn't enough, he was to sign 50 Cent too ... His doctor perscripted him meds to sleep. Damn ... I thought his relapse last year made him think clear! I mean he got three daughters!"

"I'm sure gonna tell that to him, remind him that he's a father and if he continues as he's doing now ... I don't even want to think about the outcome that Marshall might ... might ..." I sniffled.

"Yeah, yeah ... I'mma talk to my brother too, y'know ... This shit's getting out of hand, and he doesn't fuckin 'see it ..."

"Do that, Proof. He'll listen to you, I'm just his girlfriend ..."

"Hey! You got some solid shit to put him off with! If he gets fuckin 'pissed at ya, you can just flash your moh'fuckin titties!" I burst out laughing. "That shit won't work with me, he'd just start questioning if I was gay or somethin ..."

"Oh my god ..."  I laughed and wiped my tears. "Proof, you always get me in a better mood when Marshall can't ...

"You know me, I got'chu!" He laughed, I thanked him for what he'd said and hung up.

I looked over at Marshall, where he slept on the couch, he was breathing heavily.

I'll confront him. As soon as he wakes up I'll confront him, no matter how damn big the argument gets, I won't shut up about this! This wasn't healthy!