Eminem Imagines Pt. 2 (Eminemzminnie Style)

Stay with me Part 1

So...every once in a while I get inspired..and crazy long imagines like this occur..

Only this is going to be a tad bit different.

This is not going to be from your P.O.V

Instead this is going to be a new character of mine.

Consider this imagine more of a short story because I didn't want to make another book.

Anyway.

WARNING: This imagine is a bit Mature. So that's just a little warning for you all. Oh and this short story will be dark.

Okay on with the story

Soundtrack: One Republic - Secrets (Listen above)

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"Alright we have bread, bologna, snickers, skittles, cream soda pop, Kraft mac and cheese, butterscotch pudding, and some spearmint gum." He said naming off all the stuff he had brought me from the supermarket.

"Thanks..these stupid cravings won't stop." I said opening the pudding and the snickers bar and spooned some pudding onto the snickers and shoved it directly into my mouth.

The flavors immediately danced over my taste buds making me feel the most happiness that I had in quite a while.

"That's such an odd combination." Marshall quietly said watching me down food like it was going out of style.

"But it taste so good, hey did you get any potato chips?" I asked suddenly really craving something salty.

"No that's all the money I had." He said emptying out his pockets showing nothing but lint.

I groaned laying back onto the mattress that had to substitute for a bed considering neither one of us had the money to afford a dirty apartment not alone a actual bed with a frame and decent pillows that felt like clouds instead of hard concrete like the one I was currently lying down on.

"I hate this ya know?" I whispered avoiding looking into his eyes.

I was currently living in the rap shelters basement unbeknownst to most people, the owner of the rap shelter was kind of enough to take me in once I pleaded my case and worked a few of my magic tears which weren't at all faked like most of the times I used them to persuade people into feeling sorry for me in order to get whatever it was I needed from them. I've been on the streets for so long I know every trick in the book to bend people. But in the position i'm in now, I don't even have to speak and they hand me change, and words of encouragement that don't feed my hunger or pay for me to at least get a dusty old apartment.

I watched him give me one of those sympathetic smiles I was so used to seeing.

"If it's any good news to you, I'm working on a demo." He said.

"Good, I hope it gets us out of here." I smiled back.

I suddenly felt a huge wave of nausea wash over me and I knew what was coming next so I quickly went over to the bucket next to me that was also being used to catch the leaky pipes water from flooding my room and completely chucked up everything thing I ate.

I felt Marshall make his way over to me and help pull back my hair while running my back softly throwing in a "it's alright." "It's okay." Every once in a while which honestly didn't help one bit. There was to much fear and anxiety coursing through my tainted blood to feel any calmness what so ever.

When I was through I sat back on my matress and opened the spearmint gum.

"We're gonna make it out of here, I promise you." He said.