The Suicide Letters

by BrokenAsh92

Troy Bolton comes home to find a letter from the boy who end their life. It's not just a suicide note, but a game. Ten classmates at East High will get a letter. A letter to explain the suicide, but with a twist. Nobody gets their letter but have to find who has theirs and see what they did to make this person kill themselves. Drugs, betrayal, and prostitutes. Things will change

1. Prologue

Hello there my fellow Fanfictioners! This is my first story I've written (not counting school assignments) and I'm excited and nervous about it. Let me start by saying, yes I did get the idea of this after reading Thirteen Reasons Why. If you haven't read it I high recommend you do. This is a crossover story and it may not make sense now but I promise you'll see how High School Musical and Thirteen Reasons connect. Hannah Baker and Clay Jensen will be at least be mentioned in the story at some point. I'll admit their role in this story is small but very important. I hope you guys like it. The first three chapters (counting the prologue) will be uploaded today. Any and all reviews are welcomed!

So it begins

My legs had almost gone numb from sitting Indian style how so long. It was worth it though, hard work always is. I pressed the keys on my laptop, writing everything out, thinking over and over if I want to go through with this.

Yes.

I've thought long and hard about what would happen, or what wouldn't happen. If anyone body would actually read these, or if they would just throw them away. I just hope whatever they choose puts a little dagger in their chest. They hurt me, and now they should know how it feels. If I had told anybody my plan, what I'm about to do they would have talked me out of it. "Life is worth living" or some bullshit like that. Life is worth living but only for those who deserve it.

I finally typed the final words in the last letter, go over to file, select print, and hover the mouse over it. I think for a second, then hit "print". Later that night I took the envelopes to the mailbox down the street. It was spooky in so many ways. The trees and street lights created haunting shadows, the autumn leaves made rustling sounds (you know the kind you hear in horror movies before the kill jumps out) and the fact that I'm mailing my death letters at night just makes it more mysterious. What if someone is watching me right now? What is he doing? Is he a spy? Are those love letters? Unless they get my letter, they will never know what was dropped in the mailbox.

I held all ten, large, and tan envelopes in my hand. Closing my eyes, gulping, I slip them in the mailbox. That was it, it was done. I just have to go home, do my thing, then tomorrow they will get something in the mail and so it begins….