Hey, it's Tyler. Tyler Down.
If you're hearing this, then somebody's dead. And, no, I'm not talking about Hannah Baker. Maybe more than one person's dead. I don't know when you're hearing this, but, consider it to be a testimony. A confession.
You see, I always liked Hannah. A lot. But she'd never go for a guy like me, right? Right. I knew that. It didn't stop me from trying, but I knew that.
And because I liked Hannah, my confession's taking…"inspiration" from hers.
Except I don't have thirteen reasons.
I have more, but, for the sake of brevity, I'll narrow it down to twelve.
Twelve reasons.
Twelve reasons why I bought guns and shot up Liberty High.
If you're not already sitting down, sit. Pull up a patch. Grab some popcorn. A drink. Get your friends and family here. Snuggle up. It's a good story. A sad one, but I think you'll understand once you hear me out.
I don't know what you're listening to this on, but if you've headphones in, pull them out. I want everyone to know. To hear what I went through. I'll tell you.
I've got twelve reasons why I killed those people, and all of them are true, I promise. Just check out my house. Like me, it's…damaged.
Which leads me to reason number one.
Hannah Baker, this one's for you.