The Life We Live
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  • Parts 18
  • Time 2h 42m
  • Reads 20,946
  • Votes 550
  • Parts 18
  • Time 2h 42m
Ongoing, First published Jan 25, 2018
Mature
Follow the life Isabella Martinez and Marshall Mathers live, the ups and downs and how they become from friends to more ...

This is my first ever written fanfic and I hope y'all like it. (I tried)

Disclaimer: I don't mean no harm to the people described in this story. I'm not making any Money from writing this story. It's all just for fun and entertainment. 

Enjoy! :)
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Though highly-functional, Nisha lives a deeply troubled life battling Schizophrenia. Days of questioned realities blend into ones of confused happiness or empty thoughts in a distorted head. Her hallucinations and delusions make it difficult for her to trust others or even herself. Marshall Mathers' career is skyrocketing, leading him to be in high demand by everyone. With his divorce finalized and tons of women all over him, it seems impossibly abstract that he'd find Nisha to be the object of his next obsession. Artistic abilities leading her to direct and design Aftermath music videos, she ends up working on 'Without Me' by Eminem, Marshall Mathers himself. She's enticing and contrasting to the people around her, clashing and novel in personality. No doubt he'd notice it quickly. *** "My version of falling in love borderlines on being psychotic. I should be avoided at all costs. I get obsessed with the all consuming tunnel vision. The euphoria." He's quiet now, I watch his body melt and form back together again desperately. I feel his hand come to my thigh, I think I feel it. I'm quiet for a moment. Quiet. Quiet. Quiet. I linger on the word psychotic. "Telling a psychotic person you're psychotically in love with them is entering a dangerous playing field..." #2 on Slimshady hashtag 23/01/25 #2 on Schizophrenia hashtag 23/01/29