A/N: Yes, I know, not another new story. I had this idea and I just had to write it. I hope you like it.
I'm scared, so very, very scared. My heart is thumping as I shake a handful of pills out of the container. 'I can do this', I whisper to myself. I move my hand up to my mouth, a steely determination in my eyes. I swallow, a deep gulp that echoes around my silent room. I move my hand right up to my closed lips and with my other hand, reach out and pick up the full glass of water. I open my mouth, throw in the pills and gulp down the water. I swallow. It echoes around my room once again. Well, see you on the other side, I whisper before lying down on my bed. I turn my head to the side and see the half-empty glass of water. Forever a pessimist, right until the very end.
I lie there, waiting for the pills to take effect. Waiting for whatever comes next. Waiting for my life to end. Suddenly, I regret what I have just done. Maybe something more could have been done. Maybe, if I had spoken to Mr Porter again, I wouldn't be here right now. I wouldn't be…
Hannah Baker's thoughts falter. Her breathing slows, soon coming to a complete stop. Hannah Baker is dead. Nothing can be done.
Thirteen reasons, thirteen people. All responsible for Hannah's death. All but one, the one who could have saved her, if only he hadn't left when she insisted that he did. Clay Jenson.
Clay has another chance, another chance to save someone's life. He followed her down the hallway, the warning signs are all there. Clay's voice rings out: 'Skye!'
A/N: So, what do you think? Want me to write more? Review?