Slim Shady's Lover

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Just pop one pill. You've been hurt before, it won't matter if you do it again. He hurt you so bad, but all you can think about is that oval shaped pill dissolving in your mouth.

It was my guilty conscience again. If that boy would've never hit me. Or kiss me. Or put me in this predicament, I would not have been doing drugs again.

I was hovered over the toilet, just about to puke. A thought came to my mind. I could just sing off my emotions. I've done it before.

I walked over to my computer, starting to sing the chorus for Stan-By Eminem.

"My teas gone cold I'm wondering why, I got outta bed at all, the morning rain clouds at my window, but I can't see at all, even if I could it would all be great put your picture on my wall. It reminds me that it's not so bad. It's not so bad."

I sounded beautiful even though my mascara was falling and I felt drunk as hell. Sending the video in titling it "Avery Sings" I took a Tylenol and wrapped myself into a sheet. Watching the video and people comment. I smiled a little admiring what I did.

Why can't I have a man like CHICKA CHICKA slim shady. I see right through those glasses and that D12 sweater. I see someone who really cares.

On the side of me was my notebook from like six years ago.

It was a poem to Eminem before he remarried Kim.

Eminem I love you with all my heart

No matter what you say We'll never tear apart.

Just the thought of kissing you makes me crazy.

Sincerely, Slim Shady's baby.

"Corny, I know right" I whispered to myself. I looked at the computer. Seven million views already and only three hundred sixty one dislikes. And that's in a matter of only like five minutes.

I looked at the comment bar. Dr. Dre, the notorious rapper slash mentor had left a comment.

"Hey your voice is sick. When I listened to it I thought of going platinum. We want you to fly out to Eminem's hometown, Detroit. Good ole amityville. We'll meet you by old underground club by PaPa Joes the pizza place."

I cried while packing the first minute I seen it. I even packed that journal with the poem in it. I can't believe that I'm gonna meet the man if my dreams, and the man who got him famous. The thing is is I'm from Detroit and when I turned seventeen I ran far away from that place.

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I called my boyfriend telling him that I'm going to Detroit.

Me:Hey. I'm leaving. I'm going to Detroit and I just wanted to say were over! Forever!

I hung up the phone strolling the suit case out the small apartment complex. And I put the case in the backseat and combed my matted black hair. It was thick and my striped sundress looked pretty good with my skin complexion. Not to brag.

I turned on the radio to the slim shady LP album. "That's Rock Bottom!" I jammed out bobbing my head. "When life makes you mad enough to kill!" I kept singing, when I looked at my phone carefully.

It was another comment from Dre.

"Your name Is Avery right? Slim says he's looking forward to meeting you."

I grinned singing rock bottom again. Detroit isn't that far away from me. I live in Royal oak. So I don't know why Dre said fly out. I pulled up to a hotel for tonight. The hotel was like bug bait. Chipped floors. Holes in the walls, and a smoke odor. I grabbed a key, and got my room. The bed was ok but the lamp was on the edge of sparks.

"Ok. Avery, it's just for today." I said to myself laying down on the soft mattress.