Eminem Imagines Pt. 2 (Eminemzminnie Style)

Save me from Hell

  It seems like every day's the same
And I'm left to discover on my own
It seems like everything is gray
And there's no color to behold
They say it's over and I'm fine again, yeah
Try to stay sober feels like I'm dying here  

I sat in my bath tub fully clothed, with pictures draped almost lifelessly in my hands, I don't know why I tortured myself like this.

All those memories, the good and the bad and the heart breaking and the in betweens and the love and the hurt and the tears and the joy and the pain.

They all seemed to blend together.

Nothing was how it was, it was all unrecognizable too me.

Liquor bottles surrounded my bathroom floor, all un opened, and just waiting to be drank. Just waiting for me to spiral down into that dark hole I knew if i went down i'd never be able to get back out of.

My phone in my left hand, I dialed his number not knowing who else to call..No that was a lie, I could call Royce easily, matter of fact he was probably closer. This was just another excuse to see him.

I knew it just as well as anyone.

And I am aware now of how
Everything's gonna be fine one day
Too late, I'm in hell I am prepared now
Seems everyone's gonna be fine
One day too late, just as well  

"Hello?" He picked up on the 2nd ring, did he have his phone already in his hand? Did he know something was wrong? Did he still care..About me?

I shook those silly thoughts out my pretty little head, because I knew that was just wishful thinking. He divorced me, there's no way he still cared.

"Hello?" He repeated.

"It's me." I breathed, my voice dull.

"What's up?" He asked, he didn't sound annoyed this time, maybe I had caught him in a better mood.

"Can you come by please?" I said already feeling tears make its way down my cheeks, I wiped them away and proceeded with the call.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Just.." I breathed trying my hardest to keep it all together. "Come by please?" I asked my voice starting to crack just a little.

"Y/N we've been over this, we're over and I won't consider coming back until your sober-"

"I'm not asking you too take me back, i'm asking you to come over because I'm literally surrounded by liquor bottles and I swear i'll drink every last one of them if you don't come over here and help me, Cause once upon a time you used to be my best friend right?" I spoke out frustrated.

The line died.

And I sighed laying my head back up against the cold shower walls, wondering how I got to where I am right now.

Watching Marshall get sober during our marriage was agonizing, everything he did infuriated me, I knew I was supposed to be that supportive wife, who should be over joyed her husband was getting clean, getting sober, but instead I was livid..I was angry that he was doing so well, While I suffered.

I was jealous of his sobriety.

He made it look so simple.

 I feel the dream in me expire
And there's no one left to blame it on
I hear you label me a liar
'Cause I can't seem to get this through
You say it's over, I can sigh again, yeah
Why try to stay sober when I'm dying here  

And so I wasn't surprised when he wanted to divorce me after I had gotten drunk one too many times for his liking. He gave me an ultimatum that it was either him or liquor.

I chose him..but not for long.

So then we sat in our miseries, he would do interviews people asking him how he was doing, and he would always say "I'm fine, I'm sober now." And then of course they'd shift the topic on me after I had just made the news cover after being caught falling out of a club.

And he would look embarrassed..pissed off..and just disappointed.

I heard my front door bang open, and hurried foot steps searched around.

"I'm in here!" I yelled having to suppress a smile that he actually showed up.

I heard his footsteps draw closer until the door too the bathroom finally flew open and there he was looking at me in worry. And then observing all the liquor and wine bottles I  had pulled from my cabinet and placed before me.

"What's going on?" He asked me in that fatherly type voice I had listened too him give his daughters when they were upset or mad about something.

"I'm sorry I was such a awful wife, but I need your help." I admitted.

He looked at the pictures that were still in my right hand and he walked over and sat beside me in the tub, he took his arm and placed it around me holding me closer as he took the photos with his right hand and sat them on the bath tubs edge.

 I am aware now of how
Everything's gonna be fine one day
Too late, I'm in hell
I am prepared now
Seems everyone's gonna be fine
One day too late, just as well
I am prepared now
Seems everything's gonna be fine for me
For me, for myself
For me, for me, for myself
For me, for me, for myself  

"You ready this time?" He asked.

"Yeah." I nodded my voice shaky.

"Then i'm here." He said placing a kiss on my forehead. "Everything's going to be fine." He assured.

And I believed him.

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Hi Everyone!! It's been such a long time since I updated my imagines over here, but I have been posting plenty Imagines on my shared Wattpad account on Quiet_Storm2 called Eminem Imagines So go check that out and see some of the imagines we've come up with.