Author's notes: There is a trigger warning for this chapter and that's suicide. If you do want to read this but don't want to read that part don't read the last part of this chapter

She loved him and he loved her. They both were mentally unstable, a match made in hell.

She was a schizophrenic while he was a psychopath.

He still remembers the very first time he saw her, when she moved in the house across the road to him. They were both 12 years old, his jaw nearly dropped when she stepped out of the car.

Her skin was quite fair, long slightly curly black hair, a heart shape face, deep blue eyes. He watched as she looked his way before being dragged into the house by her father.

He wouldn't see her for another two weeks, he came home from school and saw her sitting in the gutter of the street. He took a deep breath and gulped a little before walking across the street to her. She looked up him with her deep blue eyes as he sat next to her. The two introduced themselves, her name was Raven Jackson.

The two grew even closer over the next couple years and he didn't care at all about her disorder and she didn't care about his. The two would spend a lot of time down in his basement, not caring about the legend of the basement. The two lay about, talking about how they hate school and their therapists.

When she was 15 she start to get really into the Day of the Dead and started to do her makeup like a Sugar Skull girl. Of course she wasn't allowed to wear that kind of makeup at school so as soon it was done and they sneaked down to the basement she would the makeup then.

He even allowed her to do some on him. The very first time she slicked his hair back and turned his face into a skull. When she showed him her work, he barely recognised himself.

He particularly had a favourite makeup she did to herself, a blue, black and white theme. She started to do that more often as she figured out that was his favourite.

Then one day as she finished doing another makeup on him, he decided to a bold thing and kiss her. At first she was surprised at that and he pulled about, thinking he fucked up by kissing her.

She gently put her hands onto his cheeks and then pulled him back in for her kiss. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and pulled her into his lap as they kept kissing. She locked her legs around his waist.

He brushed some of her black hair back and started to kiss her neck and let out a soft moan as he found her sweet spot, down near her collar. He kept kissing her there and she kept moaning softly.

He smiled and looked at her before she grabbed the hem of his dark grey shirt roughly and pulled it off him.

He then grabbed the top of her white blouse and she nodded at him. He tore straight down the middle and buttons hit the ground. He looked at her beautiful pale skin, perfect breasts in a white lacy bra. They took a moment to look at each before they started to kiss again.

Shorty they both were naked and she laid on the cool basement floor while he was on top. She looked in his dark brown eyes and nodded before he gently guided himself in.

She whimpers in pain a little as it's her first time. He was really gentle with her and gave her time to adjust to him.

The pain faded away and was replaced with a pleasure she never felt before. Soon they're hips connected up as one as he kept thrusting softly and beads of sweat soon started to form on his forehead and the pair got lost in the feeling of ecstasy.

They came down from their highs and started to catch their breath. He put on his pants and ducked out of the basement, coming back a few minutes later with blankets, pillows, scented candles and a lighter.

They both laid on the basement floor wrapped up in the soft blanket, the scents of lavender and mixed berries filling the air.

She rested her head onto his chest and listened to his heart beat while he twirled some of her black hair. The two has shown their love for each other and they didn't even have to say a single word.

The next morning he woke up to find her gone and the basement door was open. He chuckled a little before finding a little mirror on the ground and picked it up. To his surprise he found the makeup gone but his hair was still slicked back. He flopped back onto the pillow smiling and chuckling. He couldn't wait to do that with her again.

The two relationship only grew from there, they started to live down in the bad apart from when they had to go to school. They would sometimes get a bit rough when they hooked up but most of the time they took their time.

On the day of his death however was a totally different story. That day she didn't go to school as she was feeling very nauseous.

She sat there in the basement waiting for his return, for him to wrap her into his arms and kiss her. But it never happened.

Instead she heard his mother screams from upstairs and the sounds of gunshots. She ran up the basement stairs and fought her way up to his room.

And that's where her whole world came crumbling down. Everything became blurry around her and there was a ringing in her ears, as she saw his bloody lifeless body.

She ran over screaming his name and buried her head into his chest, his favourite makeup she did, ruined by his blood and her tears.

The S.W.A.T team stood there and watching deciding to let her cry. She then looked up onto his bed and saw the pistol. She stood up and lunged for the gun and put it under chin. The team pointed their guns at her and yelling to drop the weapon.

"Boom." She mouthed before pulling the trigger.