i know in my profile it says i don't write, i also know that i have another prologue up and haven't even attempted to write another chapter but like i said in my profile also, i terrible at keeping at something.

so why read this?

trust me when i say, THIS ONE WILL NOT LEAVE ME ALONE.

iv taken all inspiration from twilight and thirteen reasons why, however the characters are all you Stephanie Meyer favourites (i cannot promise you will like them all in this however) but the story line (As you call tell from the same titles) is from Jay Ashers masterpiece. So like always, none of the recognisable material is mine, all i gots is my laptop, a new laptop i might add, its quite snazzy.

sooooo, let me know how it is, see you at the other side.

Prologue

I walked through Fork's cemetery, dragging my feet through every puddle just trying to figure out when my life had become such a disaster, since when did I become the guy who could just hurt others? I had never been under the impression that I was an angel, I partied, I smoked weed, I dated girls, and I'd had my fair share of drunken hook ups however I was a junior in high school and a football player. It came with the territory you know?

But I never thought doing what everyone else in high school does could lead to a day like this when I'm visiting a grave, in the pouring rain, at night when I should be at home celebrating a football win or playing video games.

"I take it you got to your part of the tape?" I heard her ask from behind me.

I turned around and gave her a look that said 'not now' and she relented, choosing to sit next to me at the grave side. We sat quietly for what seemed like forever until finally I said,

"How have you been able to look at me for the last couple of weeks knowing that I did that to someone? That I was a reason for your friends suicide?"

"I was a reason too Edward," she spoke softly, sadly. She felt terribly guilty for the part she had played in the girls suicide, no matter how small the part was, it was not easy, especially for her.

Of course it wasn't just us two had played a part in it, there were thirteen of us altogether, perverts, bitches, cheaters, and idiots and each as responsible as the next.

"you can hardly call what you did a reason for the suicide!" I tried to reassure her again

"yes but I was pretty much the one who got the ball rolling, if I had just carried on trying to be her friend none of this would have happened! She would have had me to look after her"

I had nothing to say to that, she was right, if they had just stayed friends she would have had someone to support her through the horrible times that high school gave her, however it would not have stopped the douche bags like me, I would still have hurt her possibly more than anyone else. I'd told her this a hundred times already of course but there was no eroding the guilt she felt.

There would be no eroding my guilt either, not for as long as I would live. I was just a regular teenager a month ago, now I was practically a murderer.

I remember the day the day I found the cd's on my door stop, I had just come home from school to pick up some kit for football practise after school, Mum was probably shopping or at the Cullen's place and Dad at work. There was a brown paper package addressed to me on the doorstop and at first I thought it must have been an early birthday present, or a late Christmas one. I could never have been more wrong, it wasn't a present it was a curse.

I know I shouldn't resent that fact that I had to listen to the tapes but what sort of person commits suicide and leaves behind cd's for people to tell them that are the reason. I had to carry that shit around with me now forever. I suppose it was my own fault for belonging on those tapes but still, why would she do it? To torture us? To get revenge? Either way she would never get to see it all play out, so why bother?

I looked back down to the grave stone in hope that just maybe the name upon it might have changed, maybe the last week of my life had not happened, maybe I didn't have thirteen cd's sat in my bedroom just waiting to be returned, that maybe just maybe I hadn't been one of the reasons for Angela Weber's suicide.

I took one last look at the grave stone; Here lies Angela, beloved Daughter, Sister and friend.

Looked to the sky, I'm sorry Angela, sorry I couldn't have been a better guy and sorry that high school didn't treat you right, and then I walked away, Bella following silently behind me.

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