Th1rteen R3asons.

Mike Chang: Noah Puckerman.

Mike Chang walked idly along the clear streets of Lima, the gentle breeze whipping around him. It had been a tough Football practice; Coach Tanaka was making them work harder than ever, in the hopes that they would win at least one of the Football games this season. It wasn't likely and frankly he was questioning why he was still on Lima's worst Football team in, like, history. He could be doing something much more productive, such as pursuing dance like he'd planned to Freshman year of High School. Instead he was running laps round a muddy field and tossing a ball back and forth. Routine was really starting to bore him.

Walking through the door of the Chang residence, which he noted was unlocked meaning his parents must be home, he kicked off his black tennis shoes and dumped his bag by the glass unit in the long hallway.

"Mom! Dad! I'm home!" He called loudly, his voice echoing throughout the room.

"In here sweetie!" His mother yelled back from the kitchen, where he knew he'd find her. She was always trying to find new Asian dishes for the Chang's to try. There had been several occasions where Mike and his brother had EMT on standby in case they got food poisoning. No, Katrina Chang wasn't an exceptionally good cook but she was a nice woman who liked nothing better than pleasing her family and in return Mike and Nathaniel Chang did whatever they could to please her right back.

"Hi mom." He smiled.

"Hey sweetie. Did you have a good day?"

Mike shrugged indifferently. "Same as always. What about you?"

"Oh it was great. I found some great new foods for us to try. There's a package for you in the living room." She told him.

Mike frowned. "Why. It's not my birthday."

Mike's mother shrugged. "I don't know sweetie. Go find out what it is."

Mike nodded and smiled. "'Kay."

He walked into his living room and saw the large brown package on the table. He took it upstairs to his room and sat on his bed. He tore open the paper and opened the box. There were seven cassette tapes sitting in polyester balls. He frowned in confusion. What in the world?

Play me. Was written in unfamilliar neat script.

Curiosity getting the best of him, he slotted the tape marked number one into his cassette player he pressed play and waited for whatever was on it.

"Hello. If you are listening to this tape you must be one of the thirteen people whom I have sent them to. If you are not, you shouldn't be listening. My name is Tina Cohen-Chang..."

Oh, my God. Tina Cohen-Chang was a girl and his sort-of-crush that had gone to his school. But two weeks ago she had committed suicide. It had been completely unexpected and McKinley had been closed for four days after her body had been found in the girls bathroom, with a bottle of antidepressants by her feet with several pills scattered by her feet. It had been a hard few weeks at school with several teachers taking a sabbatical from work and the bathrooms by the janitors closet were closed off.

Tina wasn't very popular at McKinley High because she was weird. She was a Goth who dyed her hair different colors and dressed all in black and was in Glee. Mike had been helpless when his fellow footballers tossed slushie in her face or spray-painted horrible messages in their sloppy scrawl across her locker.

Mike listened in horrified fascination as Tina's voice drifted through his room.

"As you may all know by now, I recently took my own life. Some may call it an act of selfishness or cowardice or stupidity, but you must know it wasn't something I've taken lightly. Every decision I've made has been influenced by someone else and what they have done. There are thirteen reasons why I've decided that I can't live on this planet anymore, and if you're listening, you're one of them. Please listen and if you ever feel like I do, please go get help. It was too late for me, it might not be for you."

Wait, what had he done? He liked Tina, he'd never done anything to her. Okay, he'd never done anything to stop the bullying, but he had never partaken in it. He was curious, but a little scared now and decided to see who was unlucky enough to be first.

"It first started when I moved to Lima when I was fourteen and I was nervous about starting a new school and then I met my next door neighbour, Noah Puckerman. His mom invited us over for dinner and we seemed to really be getting along. He seemed nice, sure his haircut was a little asinine but I could live with it. After dinner he invited me up to his room. I accepted. He was the best looking guy I'd met and I was flattered he was taking an interest in some one like me. So I let him kiss me. I didn't want to go any further but he said that was okay. But then when I started school, I found out he told everyone we had sex. It hurt. Then everybody shunned me for being so easy. Girls glared at me and guys tried to take advantage. It was my first day and already everyone had their own image of what kind of girl I was. Truth is, I was still a virgin. And now, because of mistake number one, I won't ever get the chance to share that part of me with anyone. I hope it was worth it Puck."