18+ why did you have to leave me? a Eminem story

chapter 3

( Denaun pov)  
I pull up at Marshall's house the next day. 
I fill really guilty for yelling at him. 
I should of done that to him. 
He's just scared. And me yelling at him isn't going to help. 
I knock at the door knowing fully well that he wasn't going to get it. 
But it a habit I suppose.
I unlock the floor door and head start up stairs to he's bedroom the door is open. " Marshall" I call. I walk in to the room the space on the floor that's normally occupied by Marshall's small body is empty. 
The windows remain open and the abandoned macaroni sit on the dresser where I left it 
It freezing in here.
The bathroom door is closed. 
I walk towards  it and knock.
" Marshall you in their...... Look I'm sorry about yesterday I I just want to help you man......" nothing. 
" I'm really sorry for losing my temper at you. 
I just wanted the best for you.... " again nothing.  
I try the door handle it looked. 
A horrible feeling washes over me. 
" Marshall" again nothing.
" Marshall open the door" I say trying to unlock the door. 
" MARSHALL" yell I kick at the door till it finely opens. 
I walk in to the large bathroom. 
And instantly regret it. 
Marshall lays on the floor of the bathroom. 
He's completely gray. 
And stiff he's eyes are glassy and lifeless.
I walk closer to him tiers fall from my face but I don't relic till the start to fall on to Marshall's life less body. 
I neal down avoiding the pills that are scattered around him along with the pot.
I pull him in to my arms he's stiff and cold. So cold 
He's been gone for awhile and knock one noticed. 
I hold him close to me and cry I cry my eyes out haw could he have done this to himself. Haw could he do this to me. 
Haw can he leave us right after we lost proof. 
My poor brother. 
He must of been so scared. 
O my God this is all my fault. 
what did I do. why did I lose my temper with him. 
Why did I leave him. 
Why did I leave him alone knowing he was in such a bad place.
If only I'd of stated white him maybe he'd still would be here.
Maybe if I didn't argue white him he would still be alright. 
Why did I get him the help he needed. 
It all my fault.....
It all my fault.