So Far...(Eminem Fanfic)

Chapter 4: New Friend

 ~Author's note: Hey guys, I'm sorry the update has taken so long. I don't get much time on the computer. I hope this chapter is alright and I'm sorry it's not very long. I promise that they'll be more lengthy in the future. Thank you so much for the reads! I really appreciate them along with the votes and comments. I really hope that you like this chapter and thanks again for reading!  -Mariah ~

  I opened my eyes in exasperation and sat up abruptly. Damn, I'd been enjoying that dream. I could tell it was early, most likely about seven a.m. I was attempting to process the bizarre dream I'd just had and was very confused and more than a little stressed out about it when I was reminded of my rude awakening.

 I turned my head towards the trailor in which the bitch's voice was coming from. Her ranting made her sound just like my own mom. I bet those two could really hit it off.

 "I hate you,brat. Get out! Don't come back!" I pitied whoever her anger was inflicted towards.

 "You're kicking me out?! It's fifteen degrees!" A faintly familiar voice screamed in reply. Was it really that cold? How the fuck could I not notice?

   "Little prick, just leave!"

 "Ma, let me grab my fucking coat!" The boy from the corner market emerged from the trailor. "Rot in Hell, bitch!" Well all righty then. On that lovely note, he finally slammed the door behind him.

   How long had this boy been living in the same trailor park as me? And more importantly, how the fuck had I never seen or noticed him before yesterday? I freaking HAD to start paying more attention to my surroundings. I watched with interest  as he sat on the front steps, head in his hands. Was he crying? I felt a sudden urge to comfort him and longed to wrap my arms around him and tell him that everything would be alright. But things were not alright for either of us evidently. Even though my own life was hell and I hardly knew Marshall, my need to comfort him became overwhelming.

  I  abandoned  my spot on the bench and took a deep breath, hoping that he wouldn't be pissed about my spying, and slowly approached him with heavy steps in the hope that he'd hear me and look up. He didn't. Marshall was quietly sobbing when I softly spoke his name.

  "Marshall?"  His head automatically snapped up in response.  His face held a look of complete irritation until recognition came into his blurry eyes. Marshall quickly wiped the sleeve of the same jacket he'd been wearing yesterday across his face.

 "What? What are you doing here? Are you stalking me now?" I could tell he'd been trying to sound snappy, but his voice was too hoarse.

  "Please don't flatter yourself, sweetheart. I live here too actually and just happened to witness that."  I jerked my thumb in the direction of his trailor. "Though my theory is that everyone in the neighborhood heard that little scene." I hadn't meant to sound so bitchy, I probably should have been a little nicer.

"Fuck you. Mind your own damn business." Yep, should have been nicer. His words were harsh, but his expression was not. Marshall wasn't pissed at me, he was just tired of all the bullshit.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I just wanted to see if you were okay."

 His respose was to quickly brush me off. "I'm fine. Don't worry about it." It was clear no one ever showed this boy any compassion

  "You sure?"

  "Yeah."

For some reason I felt determined to help this guy. Somehow, he was gonna open up to me. I wasn't taking no for an answer. "Do you wanna take a walk with me?" 

 He stared blankly at me for a moment, then nodded slowly. Marshall stood up and started walkiing beside me. I was attempting to gather my thoughts when he spoke.