A/N So, I'm starting a new story. It's kinda based on 13 Reasons Why, where a boy is sent tape from his friend who committed suicide, explaining the 13 reasons why she killed herself. Sorry that this introduction is so short, but I needed to get this part out quickly.

Lounging comfortably back on his electric green beanbag chair, his Toshiba laptop balanced carefully on his lab, Josh Hotz nodded his head to the pulsing beat of Fall Out Boy. Hitting the keys lightly to get to AOL, the preppy voice greeted him with a happy, "You've got mail!" Scrolling the mouse into his inbox, he read the list.

From: Dylan Marvil Subject: (no subject) Attachments: Yes

Josh felt his lip break into a cold sweat. No. Just…no way. Dylan wasn't alive. She had died a week ago. He needed to get over it. This was probably someone playing a sick, sick, sick, sick joke on him. Even so, he couldn't help but click on the email.

Hey guys! No, I'm not alive. I'm dead. You can delay emails now, you know that? Fancy, huh?

Anyway, I was thinking about whether or not I was really going to do this, and I decided to take a look back. So, I went and looked back through my old stuff, and I found my ol' BOCD yearbook. And I remembered you guys. The PC and those Briarwood boys we were so in love with. And I wanted you all to know why. All nine of you. So, here are nine tracks. Nine files you can download onto your iTunes and listen to whenever you want. These tracks talk about what you did. How you played a part in my death, and yes, you all played a part in my death. This is just in case you wanted to know.

Love, Dyl

Josh stared blankly at the nine attachments, nine mp3 files lined up at the end of the message. Track 1, Track 2, Track 3… One of those tracks was about him. But at the same time, one of then was about Derrick, Massie, even Dylan's best friend Kristen. Each of them had played some part in her death…should he listen?

He read over the email again, slower. She was so blunt… "No, I'm not alive. I'm dead." She made the words sound easy to her. She didn't used to be like that. She used to be so bubbly, so full of life. She seemed like their girl who could make anyone comfortable, even when they were only 12 years old. But high school had changed her. Anyone could see that. After her sister died, she became withdrawn, scared. She didn't want to let anyone in, and nobody seemed to want to try to get in and help. Even Kristen started to back off. But still, how could anyone know that, one day, Dylan Marvil would go home and swallow a bottle of ammonia left by the maid? Who knew?

As these thoughts chased themselves around Josh's head, he knew what he had to do. He downloaded the first file, and, before he could sop his rush of sudden adrenaline, he pressed play.