July 7, Auburn Hills, MI
Kim
"Emi-nemm! Emi-nem! Emi-nem! Emi-nem!" Chanted all of the arena housing thousands of enthusiasts at the moment.
"Your husband is popular." My sister, Dawn, muttered from the side of me. I rolled my eyes at that and nodded back at some friends who'd come along. I had to plead with Marshall to allow her to come. I knew my sister well enough; hopefully tonight she was at her best behavior.
Standing amidst a bunch of sweaty, drunk and high youthful strangers in the main floor, I could just hope she wouldn't get any ideas. I sighed, looking around at people who were so eager for Marshall to come out on the stage again and perform the next song.
Suddenly I thought of Hailie and Alaina at home, with my mother there to babysit. I shouldn't have come at all; seeing how bored I was going to be, attending his concert here with his so called fans.
But the desire to meet him was irresistible; afterall that happened, that is. I wouldn't have come had he not wanted it. I would'nt have come, had he not insisted.
The side stage lights went off, and darkness voluntarily took its place. Forced out from the fog machines hidden somewhere near the stage, foggy clouds loomed above in the atmosphere to create an uncanny, chilly effect. An eerie silence settled in as the audience took a break to watch what was about to happen, looking out for anyone to make an appearance onstage.
A mind-numbing thundering sound, then a spine-chilling music erupted from the loud speakers, making me shudder inwardly.
"You're only making this harder on yourself, (on yourself).." A delirious scream echoed throughout the venue.
"You're only making this harder on yourself..."
"Ha-ha, Gotcha!..(gotcha)"
"Kim... Kim... (look at Daddy's baby)
Kim... (you think I'm ugly, don't you?) Kim??
KIM!!!!"
Then the actual music to the song burst through as Eminem cut through the fog, appearing onstage. "So long, bitch you did me so wrong," He sang the part, jumping around, when I looked closer, with a blow up doll in his hand.
He promised.
The doll had blonde curls, like me. It had a clowned face. It was naked, as he showed it off to the crowd. Then he punched it, kicked it, threw more punches, kicked some more, while rapping. Never for once did he look at me or near me for that matter, but he was perfectly aware I was in the middle section. He committed his atrocities before some twenty thousand people who were cheering him on.
What did I feel?
I felt humiliated and shattered as people around me who recognized me started to stare or laugh. Dawn was saying something to me which I couldn't pay attention to, as were the rest of my friends. My eyes didn't stray to my feet, nor did I let the tears emerge. I kept staring at the man onstage who was my husband. Was this his idea of revenge?
Good for him.
I bit down hard on my lip and swallowed overlooking the snide remarks hurled at me or my friends' barely comforting words. He finally threw the beat up doll into the crowd full of people as he rapped the rest of the song.
The tears never emerged though. Maybe it was my anger taking control, I couldn't tell.
"NOW, BLEED, BITCH, BLEED!"
"BLEED BITCH, BLEED!"
"BLEEEEEEEEED!!"
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They wouldn't stop.I felt my eyes fill up with the hot liquid as again I swiped away the tears. Desperately trying to keep my eyes on the road while I was driving. But my tear ducts overflowed with water yet again as I kept rubbing my eyes and kept crying sliently to myself. I quickly threw a glance at the rearview mirror above for a fleeting moment; I was disastrous. My eyes were bloodshot, my hair knotted and my skin was splotchy red. All in one, it appeared as if it wasn't the blow up doll that Marshall was beating tonight.
A loud honking noise broke me out of my reverie, which came from the car approaching from the opposite direction, and I avoided a collision in the nick of time, swerving dangerously.
But I wasn't paying attention because I crashed into a tree on the roadside.
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"Kim, you look like a mess!"
Stepping aside her, I quickly dodged my mom and ignored her questions as I climbed my way upstairs in our house. But since she started bitching at me I had to retaliate.
"Mom, leave me the fuck alone!" I hoped she didn't catch the shaky tone.
"Oh, go ahead and yell at me like a brat! Go ahead and wake your kids up!"
I didn't reply after that and entered the bedroom, leaving the door open. Walking up straight into the bathroom, I finally exhaled and faced my reflection in the half body mirror. The summer dress was ruined by the accident, so was a portion of the car but they said insurance should cover it, if it's insured. Thankfully, they congratulated me on suffering no damage after I was checked negative for drugs or acohol.
A snort escaped my throat and I watched myself smile. Leaning onto the washbasin, I suddenly noticed the razor blade I had left on a space before getting ready earlier this afternoon. I looked up into the mirror again, and shed a few more tears.
Marshall.
You wanted me to bleed, aight?
"Mommy?"
A/N: I tried to make it dramatic. Not ALL of this is true. Just the base is. I dunno how he performed the song or shit, or how Kim got into the accident.
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