Eminem Imagines Pt. 2 (Eminemzminnie Style)

I don't miss you..

So..I wanted to do this chapter for a minute, but I wanted some time to pass.

After reading I think you'll understand...

PLEASE LISTEN TO THE SONG WHILE READING!

Thanks!

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I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real

The house lay quiet for the second day this week, you had thought that he was just busy writing songs for his new album. He was so eager to crank out another one after kamikaze had done so well last year.

But some surprising news had come to you both a few days ago.

The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

-Flash Back-

"Marshall, your mom's on the phone." You said surprised yourself as you handed him the phone, he looked equally shocked as he answered.

You watched as he nodded his head a few times, said a few ok's here and there, all the while his face remained stoic.

"What was that about?" You asked after he hung up the phone.

"Nothing." He shrugged indifferently putting the phone down while pulling his sweat pants up a bit that were starting to sag just a bit.

"Then why she call?" You asked confused looking at him in full curiosity as he turned around looking at you a bit annoyed.

"Nothing, she just wanted me to know my dad's dead." He shrugged walking out the room.

-End of Flash Back-

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end

Of course after that you had asked him throughout the entire day rather he was okay or not, he said he was fine.

But from how quiet it was in the house you thought otherwise.

You knocked on his studio door and when you received no answer you just let yourself in, you were his wife for God Sakes, he might could shut the world out, but he wasn't about to shut you out too.

"Marshall you alright-"

"Please stop asking me that damn question, I said I was fine." He snapped not even turning to look at you as you entered.

"Yeah you sound real fine." You said crossing your arms as you walked over to him, seeing a empty notebook before him, and the pen pressed firmly to the empty pages.

And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

A silence over took the room for a brief second, and you just stood their not knowing exactly what to ask besides the usual. But his voice soon broke the silence.

"I'm fine." He said sounding like he was trying to assure himself more than you.

"Marshall your dad just died it's okay if your upset." You reasoned.

"Can't be sad over someone who was never there in the first place." He bitterly mumbled as he threw the empty notepad down harshly on the table, almost startling you as he shot up off the couch and towards you.

"Why should I give a damn over some prick who never even bothered to send me a frickin birthday card!?" He yelled.

You said nothing as he got up in your face, his face red with anger, his fist clenched.