drowning|shawn mendes

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shawn mendes;

i finally arrive seeing all the lights illuminate her home through the enormous windows. stepping onto her porch i lightly knocked on her door waiting for her to answer.

soon minutes passed and her face-mask figure came upon me. she looked at me brows furrowed as she munches on a cucumber slice.

"shawnee, what are you doing here? omg, is the paparazzi here? i look like a zombie! shawn, why'd you come when i look so ugly?" she groans loudly take the towel from her head and wiping all the green stuff off her face.

"vanessa, i came to tell you that we're not working out. it's not me, it's you. i can't love someone if they don't love me back for the same reason." i shrugged my shoulders and turned the other way.

"shawn, no we can't break up i love you." she screeches coming outside.

"if you didn't like the thought of being 'kiddie mendes's girlfriend ', then i don't like thought of you being 'shawn mendes's girlfriend'." i laughed walking away, only turning back to see her jaw hanging and her eyes burning with fire.

i got into my car, driving away to nina's house.

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i walked up her driveway, then made my way on her porch. i lightly knocked on the door, nervous because it's been teo months since i've last seen her.

no one came the door, so i twisted the doorknob surprised that it was already opened and climbed up the steps. "nina?" i called. no response.

walking past all the rooms, the bathroom door was ajar. peaking through i see nina on the floor, blood streaming down her forearm. i burst through the door, crushed how i'm seeing the state she's in.

whipping out my phone, i rapidly dial 9-1-1 looking back at nina whose breathing gets slower and slower.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"

"m-my, my.......g-girlfriend." i lied looking at her again.

"what about her?" the lady asked.

"she-i think she committed suicide. she has cuts on her wrist and her breathing i-s slowing down. p-please help." i sobbed not knowing what to do.

"okay what's the address?"

"1653 ellman street, pickering." i answered back seeing a crumpled up paper in the corner of the room.

"where are you in the house?"

"the upstairs b-bathroom."

"check and see if her heart is still beating."

i lean my head against her chest and hear a tempo of thump........thump........thump. slowing down each time.

"she has a heart beat." i answered.

"okay how old are both of you and tell me your names?" she commanded.

"i'm s-shawn and i-m 18 and nina's 17."

"okay, help is on the way, don't move. stay on the phone. in the mean time find a bandage or cloth to help the blood stop."

i do as told, looking through the cabinets finding a large gauze bandage. i ripped off the packaging and wrapped it around her wounded arm.

minutes passed and the ambulance sirens blared louder and louder. the men's footsteps pattered up the stairs and into the bathroom. they carried her away, down the stairs and placed her in a gurney.

my tears made a blurry image, only reading the crumpled up note from the corner of the bathroom clear.

it read, 'people do not die from suicide; they die from sadness.' - nina love.

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okay so I lied.......but I promise to at least post 2 days from the previous one.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

i love you💕- shaira