Full Summary: Logan's life spiralled out of control pretty easily. He tried to get to grips with reality, trying desperately to hold on, to pick himself up each time. But the thing is, it's hard to keep picking yourself up when there is always someone there to knock you back down, constantly. So, he takes his life. Simply as that. Right? Well, you would have thought so. But Logan should at least get to let the people that hurt him know how they contributed to his suicide. So, he makes 13 casette tapes, each one for one of the thirteen members of his list; a list of people that broke apart Logan Mitchell. The tapes are put in a box, posted for person number one.

The story itself follows Carlos, as he collects the box, finding himself somewhere on the list. But to find out his number, he needs to listen to not just the words, but the emotions before he has to pass it on. Inspiration was Jay Asher's Thirteen Reasons Why.

Thirteen Reasons Why

Chapter One; How The Ball Got Rolling.

Logan stood on the edge of the building, his feet just slightly hanging over the edge. His breath was caught in his throat, unable to speak a single word as the harsh wind slammed into him, his normally quaffed hair blowing frantically, his clothes swaying.

He couldn't believe he was about to do this.

A million thoughts ran across his mind, asking him whether he seriously wanted to do this. Whether he thought he was ready. The truth is, Logan's been ready for months now. It's been the only thing on his mind, constantly plaguing him and his thoughts.

He thought moving from Texas to Minnesota would be the best thing to happen to him. He would be able to leave his old life behind and take a new opportunity, not something that many people can get. So in a sense, Logan should be thankful for the chance. And he was.. At the beginning.

His eyes began to sting, the wind gently caressing his body, moving it's way under his clothes and up his back, causing him to shiver. He blinked furiously for a few times, desperate not to cry. He's cried too much. He couldn't waste another one, not now, not at this moment.

But that didn't stop it. Of course, he couldn't control himself.

A single tear left his eye, gently rolling down his cheek, leaving behind a glistening trail of salt as it reached his jawline. It soon fell off, plummeting off the edge of the building. It fell for ages, passing the many different floors of the apartment block before finally, it no doubt disappeared on the sidewalk below. And just like that tear, Logan was going to do the same. He was going to plummet towards the Earth, hoping to disappear forever, to be swallowed by a black hole, to be welcomed by Death with open arms.

Logan wiped away the tear that soon followed his companion, using the cuff of his long-sleeved t-shirt, rolling it over his fist. He sniffed, letting out another sigh as he looked up into the night's sky.

Right now, it was the perfect time. It would give him a chance to do what he was about to do, without any interruptions. His parents were both occupied, his older brother too busy with his girlfriend and his friends.. Well, he needed friends for them to actually care about him.

He let out a small smile, the corners of his cheeks rising, tinted pink from the crying and cold wind combined. Logan looked at the many stars that littered the black canvas of the sky, all shining bright and flickering, perched perfectly in the atmosphere. The moon looked rather large, hidden in the corner of his sight, illuminating the world with it's peaceful glow. Peaceful. Logan couldn't remember the last time he felt peaceful, when he didn't have to worry about the many things that caused his life to turn out like this. The people that caused him to grow tired of waking up every morning.

Staring at the stars, he moved one foot closer to the edge, his eyes fixed on the stars. In each and every one, he could see the happy childhood he had. The childhood that happened before he grew older and became more aware of how harsh and tough a world was. Especially towards Logan.

Then, his mind raced once more.

The faces of the many people that destroyed him crossed his mind, allowing Logan to relive each and every reason as to why they contributed to his suicide. But would they actually care when they found out? Would they actually even bother thinking of the many choices they could have changed. After all, one little thing could have stopped a boy from ending his life. The snowball effect it created that caused him to hate himself, to hate his life that he was burdened with.

His other shaky step moved forward, almost his entire foot dangling off the edge of the step-up, only the balls of his feet keeping him rooted to the building underneath.

Another sigh escaped his lips, Logan trying to come to terms with why they all done what they done. They didn't have to. None of them did. They could have choosen to be model citizens and not attack Logan, hurt him in the many ways that they did. Some of them done what they done on purpose. Others, well, they might not have done it on purpose, but they still did it. They still managed to tear him to shreds.

Logan couldn't help but wonder their reactions when they hear all about it. About his death, and more importantly, about how they contributed to it. Would they be glad? Would they feel guilty? Would they actually even care? In fact, would they even remember him, remember his name? After all, he was just the boy that was had abuse constantly dealt to him.

The sad thing was, Logan would never know. By the time they found out, followed his little game to understand why they're a reason to his death, he would have already been gone, swallowed by the darkness that was the afterlife.

Part of him was excited. He couldn't wait to rid himself of his life, to be able to feel peace for once. The other part, felt guilty. Not guilty towards the people that harmed him, but the people that showed even the minimum amount of caring, of guilt, of passion. How would they cope with his death? The people that did see more than just the overly-bullied nobody that was Logan Mitchell? The people that showed him even an ounce of friendship?

But even that small amount of people weren't enough to save Logan's life.

Logan sucked in some air, releasing it through his nostrils. A small smile cracked on his face as he opened his arms out, allowing the wind to blow all around him, allowing him to feel the cold for the last time. The wind blew harder, causing Logan to shake on the spot slightly.

Soon, the world will know why Logan killed himself, the many people that pushed him over the edge, literally. In a few days, a package would be sent out to person number 1, number 1 on his list. Then from there, the package would be passed on down the list, each member getting to hear about the awful things that they and the other people on the list had done to Logan. They would all have to live with the fact that they were one of the many reasons that Logan took his own life.

Then, when it reached the end, to number 13, the worst person of all, they would have to take it to hell with them.

The cold air ran it's way up Logan's back once more, gently running across the flesh. And at that moment, Logan let go of reality, his mind clearly as his senses drowned out. He focused on moving his feet, allowing them to leave the solid base.

His small frame tumbled off of the roof, the wind blowing frantically at him, caressing his body, his arms pressed outwards. He was like an angel, falling gracefully from the sky. He passed the floors, picking up momentum.

And then, the deed was done.

His body crashed onto the hard pavement below, shocking the many people that were walking along it. He laid there, in a pool of his own blood, the crimson trickling from his head along the gray cement, blending perfectly. His eyes were open, but emotionless, lifeless. On his face, a smile that made him look happy. Logan was happy. After all, he was free, free from his torturous life.

And now, the 13 people that punished him, were about to get a huge wake-up call. The death of Logan Mitchell and how they caused it.

Okay, so remember, the rest of the story is in 3rd person. It follows Carlos, but will have inputs of Logan in 1st person. Confusing, well, just wait and see, it should be a good one.

And also, I obviously have to ask whether I should continue this or not. Thoughts, guys?