The Story of Ivanna

"This is my story, always remember when I lived."

Ivanna Paville jumped today.

The police immediately went to her apartment to search for her "motive to jump" and asked me to go with them because of Ivanna's and mines connection. I was one of the two people that ever talked to her, and i was even aware she had another friend. We walked in and I glanced around, my eyes landing on a small notebook. Ivanna told me the importance of its contents but yet her journal was laying carelessly on the dresser watching the police tear apart the room little by little. She mentioned to me she kept it somewhere safe, a place I didn't even know. She said it had it all. Her daily routine, thoughts, problems and her entire life story was all wrapped in a leather binding. Why would she leave something so precious and treasured out in the open like that all of a sudden? So vulnerable for the taking. I couldn't leave it there, her memoir available to all the poisoned judgmental ears in the world. I couldn't do that to her, especially after the video incident. Not again. I owed her that much since I couldn't stop her.

So I seized it.

I slipped out of the room and ran home, hoping to a deity that I wasn't seen. I just abducted a vital piece of evidence in this case. Once I was in the haven of my apartment I gingerly opened the brown well used journal as if it were to burst with secrets and tears. Messy words were scribbled on the back of the first cover binding.

"If you're reading this I'm dead."

I shut my eyes remembering that day. It happened so sudden no one could get a grasp of her, mentally or physically. She was already gone before she jumped. Tears slowly slid down my face. I have to honor her, doesn't matter what happens. I'll abandon everything if thats what it takes.

"I may be dead but my story isn't. Remember when I lived."