overdosing on love. ( Eminem And 50 Cent Story)

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( Marshall pov)

That's it I'm getting out of this place.

I can't take it any more.
They keep hurting me and I can't take it.
I can't walk very well but I reckon I can get out whit out anyone knowing .
I don't know a way out but I can go tho the window in the hall way.
I pull the tubes and the wires out of my body blood trickles down my arm but I don't care.
I pull myself to the edge of the bed.
My baer feet hit the cold tiles as I slowly stand up sending a shiver thro my body.

I make my way slowly in to the dark hallway the windows are perfected. I should land on the grass it not that fare down.
I keep my back to the wall really for a running start.
But what about the guy they call Curtis.
Should I just leave him here.

No I should take him with me we can escape together.

But can I trust him what if he trys to hurt me.
But I can't leave him here.
I stumble down the hallway till I find he's room.
Bingo.
I open the door and step in.
I walk closer to him.
He's asleep.
I open my mouth but only a small squeaking sound comes out.
He eyes open and turns and looks at me.
O my god this is a bad idea he's going to kill me.
I stumble backwoods and fall on my ass.
" Marshall? " he said I just look up at him.
It's so hard to breath.
" what are you doing out of bed and why is your arm bleeding? " he asks I stand up slowly it hurts so much.
But I have to get out of here.
" are you ok w" he starts.
But suddenly hold my hand out to him.
He looks confused.
" what's that for" he asks.
I point to the Windows in the hallway.
Hoping he understand what I mean.

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