If I Had (Eminem Fanfic)

Chapter 20- Homies

August 21

Pristine

I got a call just as soon as my shift ended and I was heading out, breaking a sweat due to the hot and humid August weather. I put my mind into work after the album didn't do quite so well like we all at Davey's, had expected it to. It was what everyone thought best, I mean, life has to go on, right? And no, I wasn't that helpless bitch to wait for Proof's call, the guy I met at Phat House. For a few days, I would admit I was expecting something, at least a feedback from him. But then again, being informed about the sales and shit, I gave up expecting anything from life.

Let's just say I was on hiatus now.

"What up, doe?" I said, merrily into the phone, since it was my man Jayden.

"F-fucking Mark, one helluva sonnava bitch, OD'ed." Came his reply.

"And I ain't kidding this time." He added, refering to that one time he had joked about the matter with me, making me leave my house in an instant. "The EMS guys are probably on their way over. Meet me at his place. His momma's blowing up on me, saying I had somethin' to do with shit. Damn."

I had to flag down a taxi in the busy streets just so I could make it in time.

When the taxi reached there, I hastily paid the driver and bolted out of the car. Entering the trailer park, I picked up speed and sprinted past several broken households. But it was hard not to notice the restlessness in the surroundings; with an ambulance parked in front of the trailers. I caught sight of neighbors at their front doors with curiousity masking their faces.Then I saw a black guy in a maroon throwback jersey and baggy pants and workboots standing outside of Mark's shitty trailer, staring nervously past the open doorway.

"Hey." I gave him a slight up-nod when he looked over and made my way over by him. "What's happening?"

"Ionno, man. Ionno." He shook his head, distraught. "They ain't comin' out. His mom's there. I don't got the balls to step in, man."

"When did it happen?"

"His mom came home to find him not breathing with his eyes closed."

"Shouldn't they like transport him over to a hospital as soon as possible?"

"How the fuck am I s'pose to know? You want me to complain they ass to the DFD guys?" The Detroit Fire Department controlled the Emergency Medical Services in the city.

I shut up and followed his gaze past the doorway. For some reason, all the lights were on inside and there was no one in view. My opinion was Mark had been fooling around again and shit with people he should never be with in the first place. We meet up and hangout, then we go our seperate ways, because let's face it, you have friends that have other friends too, like you.

Suddenly we heard a slam like a door has shut. Footsteps thudded the wooden floorboards till the figure emerged in our sight; a middle aged, robust man-one of the paramedics- approached us. I tried not to dwell on the little scream we'd heard when the door had been opened and closed by him before.

 "You guys are his friends?" He questioned, professionally. We both nodded in response, making his face soften for a fraction of moment. I didn't know if Jayden caught it, he was too tensed and tapping his feet on the ground anxiously. That look of the paramedic told me everything I needed to know.

"I'll get straight to the point. Heroin overdose." Jayden's response was way composed than mine; for I turned away from both of them and cursed out aloud and spat on the ground, flustered. "From what his mother told us, she saw him not breathing but we presumed he was. Just shallowly. It was when we arrived upon the scene, he was not."