There's something in life that when you do something it returns to you twice as you did it. I like to call that bad luck or like some others call it, karma.

My name is Jennifer and I live in New York City. I've done things I regret, things I miss, things I love and things I wish I would have done while I could. During my 15 years of life I've never been in trouble, I've never had anything to do with drinking, smoking, self- harm or stuff most American teens do nowadays. Actually, I've been a pretty normal girl. I've never been the most popular one but never been the ignored one. I'm not the smartest but not the stupidest. I'm something I'd like to describe as average.

So now I know you're wondering "If she's average, what the hell is she doing trying to tell us her story if there's no story to tell?" Well, there's the thing. I USED to be like that. I used to be average until I met April Daniels, some fucktard mind. I do remember when the brunnette and I met, when we hung out, when we threw all a cranberry juice in a teacher's face, when we had the best time and when we died.

Yes... when we died.

I think you guys are getting the idea now. Well, we actually didn't die, we got killed.. or something like that. No, this isn't a stupid story... this is a real story and something to teach everyone you can't go around the world revolving shit up and expecting to get nothing in return because the truth always finds you and always pays back way worse than what you did to her.

I remember the blood, the knife, the screams... all as if it was yesterday. I remember seeing my mom when she found my body covered in blood and a torn dress. What's funny is that, we didn't just die. I mean, we're gone... but we're not at the same time. That's what makes our story so interesting. I'm alive in my own world and so is April. Believe me, we're paying for the awful things we did each day like a living hell... but we're also seeing how everyone is dealing with our death and things never seem so odd. People remember us as the best yet strangest duo ever, I'd like to remember us as the two girls who died in consequence of her actions, are paying for them but making people who made us suffer... suffer too.

Another funfact is that, we knew we were going to die, or be killed... yet we did nothing but leave proof. A proof that'd make everything we knew, every secret, fly in the air and make everyone know why we were doing everything we did, why we behave like that and why we let them kill ourselves.

We left 15 tapes, 15 tapes that show everything we did and why. This is the creepiest, grisliest yet best story you will ever read. Best of it because it's being told by two ghosts, two souls who will keep hunting you forever until the 15 tapes are all watched by all 7 people who inspired our death.

This is Fifteen Reasons Why We Died.

A/N: Long time guys. If my lovely readers are still out there, here's a story I just literally made up. Not quite sure if keeping up with it but just to tell I love writing so much and I had inspiration. This story isn't really disney or any show related. It's a story for you guys to imagine the characters as you want but I'm posting it as a disney one because if not no one would read. I'd love to see feed- back on what you think this is about and on if I should continue. If you want to picture this as a disney- related story.. I'd picture Jennifer as Miley and April as Demi. There's also love & a lot of reckless stuff in this story as I've imagined it so far so you can picture the jonas brothers if you want to.

I hope you like it... it's different from what I've written. Lovelove Becca.