So, I just finished Thirteen Reasons Why a little while ago, and so I had this small idea that turned into this one shot. Enjoy. Clay's POV.

I don't know how I made it through the school day. It had been one hell of a day, and it was one that I know I'll be enduring for quite a while.

God, why did you have to do this, to me- to all of us-, Hannah?

I lay back on my bed and repeat this over...and over...and over in my head.

The headache I've had for days is still there, and isn't letting up.

The heartache I have isn't letting up, either.

But I'm not blaming it on Hannah. If anything, I'm blaming myself for not helping her more than anything. If anything, I'm blaming Bryce and Courtney for finally making up her mind. If anything, I'm blaming the whole damn world for doing all this to her.

There's nothing I can do, except wait for the tapes to run their course, and then see what hell us thirteen people now endure.

"Clay, I have to go run a few errands. I'll be back in a little while, okay?" my mom says, sticking her head inside my room.

I sigh, "Yeah, mom. That's fine."

As soon as the door shuts behind her, I'm up off my bed and walking towards my parent's room. When I was younger, I hadn't been allowed to go in there because my dad had kept all his hunting stuff, along with other things, within a 7 year-old's reach. But, once I'd hit Junior High, he'd showed me what all he kept in there. All of it was still there.

I liked going into my parent's room because it had a really big window. Since it was on the second floor, you could look out of it and see quite a bit of the neighborhood. As I looked, I reached into my pocket and pulled out Hannah's map; I rip it into small pieces and throw it out of the window. The tears are freely falling down my face by now. I close the window and stand there, looking out over the neighborhood.

I keep looking as I dig around in one of my dad's drawers for something I know will be there. I pull it out and let it lay in my hand.

"Hannah, you had thirteen reasons- thirteen people. Me, I have one reason- and one person: you."

I raise the gun to the side of my head and pull the trigger.