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She's crazy (Ivan)

It all happened two weeks ago, but I felt like it was yesterday. No one could help me, even I could. 

Ivan and I were at the airport, waiting for our plane, headed to Hawaii. We were through a lot, just because of our relationship. I received a lot of hate from the fans. Comments about me being ugly and not the perfect girl for Ivan was appearing on every social media. Jake asked his fans if they could stop the hate because I didn't do anything and I'm just dating Ivan, so they have to get over it. But it didn't help at all. They were more rude and aggressive on the streets. I went shopping and they were screaming at me and didn't even let me walk out of the store. 

Ivan was unbelievably worried and angry. He decided to take me on a trip to Hawaii, just us two. I was all for it because I needed to rest so badly. I couldn't sleep, eat and even speak. 

When we arrived at the airport, we have to go get our suitcases checked and then we just waited. My head was on Ivan's shoulder, my eyes closed and my fingers playing with his. After a moment of silence, someone's deep voice disturbed it. I opened my eyes and saw people laying on the floor, their hands covering their head. Behind them, I saw a gang of men, wearing black clothes, their skin tanned completely and their hands holding machine guns. They were terrorists, I could say that from the first sight.

"What the hell?" I whispered. 

"EVERYBODY LAY THE FUCK DOWN," one of them yelled. 

"Just let us go through and everything's gonna be alright," another said. 

"Ivan, lay down," I whispered when I saw him standing, not giving a shit. 

"Shut up," he cut me off. 

"HEY, lay down!" the man screamed, pointing his gun at him. 

"Ivan please, listen to him," I said, tearing up a bit. 

"Hey, why can't you go like normal people do? You can just walk through without the drama," he said. 

"Don't do it, Ivan," I begged him. 

"This kid thinks I'm gonna listen to him," one of them laughed. "Move kid," he added, thinking that Ivan's gonna lay down like we all did. 

"No. I'm not scared of you like they all are," Ivan laughed. Jesus Christ, what is he doing?! 

"Your choice," he said, pulling the trigger. 

"NOO!" I yelled. Ivan looked at me before he fell on the ground. I sat next to him immediately, trying to stop the bleeding from his chest. 

"(Y/N)," he whispered.

"No, shhh. It's gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay, baby. Just stay with me, okay? Focus on my voice. Look at me and focus on my voice," I tried to calm him down. 

"I love you," he said. Tears were running down my face, my hands pushing on his chest.

"Don't...Don't say goodbye to me, Ivan. Please, stay with me," I cried out. I looked at him, his eyes were focused on the ceiling, his chest not lifting anymore. He was dead.

I wish I could do something. I could pull him down to the floor, but I didn't. And now, here I am: sitting in our shared bedroom, deeply staring out of the window, not sleeping, not eating, not talking. Everyone's been worried about me, but honestly: I don't give a fuck. My boyfriend is dead. I'm stuck in this house, with loads of memories and his twin brother. Emilio is not okay as well. He's alone. He always had him, they were in everything together, but now he's completely alone. I can't speak to him. I feel so guilty. It's all my fault and I bet Emilio knows it. Maybe he feels the same way. 

"You have to do something, Jake. She can't be like this forever. She's crazy," I heard Tony's voice behind my door.

"Stop saying that! She's not crazy," Jake yelled back. 

"She is! She hasn't touched the food for days and I haven't heard her voice in AGES! Yesterday, when you all were still sleeping, I went downstairs for some water and I saw her folding knives on the counter. She stared at them for 10 minutes! Oh yeah, that's completely fine," Tony yelled back, totally worried about me. 

"What should I do Tony?!" Jake asked him. I got up and opened the door. 

"Thank you for everything. I'm gonna take a dip in the bathtub," I whispered. 

"(Y/N), are you sure you're okay?" Jake asked and I just nodded. I went straight to my bathroom, filling the bathtub with water. I brushed my hair and got in. I sat there and stared at the wall. Living in this house was the best thing that could've ever happen to me. I was homeless before I got here. Jake helped me so much by giving me loads of clothes and a room. Everyone was so nice and friendly. But I liked Ivan and spent a lot of time with him. We went to lunches and movies. After a week, we began to date. Those were the best months of my life. We went to Barcelona with him to meet his family. They said that I'm the best girl for his son. And that made me feel so happy. 

I wiped the tear away from my cheek and took a razor, which I prepared earlier. I stared at it for a few minutes, until someone knocked on my door. 

"(Y/N), are you there?" Tony asked. 

"Not anymore," I said and made a long incision on my wrist. I screamed in pain and did the same thing on the right hand. Tony was beating on the door until they opened. He saw me in the tub, my blood coloring the water.

"What have you done?" he yelled and got me out of the tub. 

Sorry that I'm late. This was little bit longer and deeper than I expected. Sorry about that too. Btw, the end of this story is so 13 reasons why.