overdosing on love. ( Eminem And 50 Cent Story)

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( Marshall's pov)  

The light leaks in to the bathroom from my bedroom. 

I hold a bottle of vodka in one hand a pot of pills in the ove.
the broken fragments of my phone way on the floor where I throw it at the wall when Curtis grandma phoned me for the froth time. 

I know what that ment it was the same when Ronny died.

This can't be happening.
I can't lose him.
I can't.

I fall on to my sid and sob.
The cold bathroom tiles dig in to my naked chest.
I was debating if I should cut my self instead.

But pills seem like better way to go.

God I can't believe he's gone.
I can't dill with it I can't. 
I can't bier to lose him.
I down the boot of pills and tack a swig of vodka for good mishear.
This should do it. 
This should make things num anoth. 
Things start to get bleary and a loud ringing go's of in my ears. 
And then every thing go's back and I'm out cold. 

Twenty1eminem