Disclaimer: I do not own Thirteen Reasons Why or any of the characters in it.
A/N: Normally, I don't like to write in the first person, present tense, and use intentional sentence fragments; however, I am going to do that in my fail of an attempt to copy the writing style or Mr. Jay Asher. Also, this first chapter is going to be VERY short and might seem like the end, but trust me, it is only the beginning. Literally.
In the shadow of Hannah Baker's tragedy is another outcast ready to break. Skye Miller has been showing the same signs as Hannah and Clay knows it. When he tries to help his ex-crush, will he save her, or will she follow a similar fate to Hannah?
I never was the one to look on the bright side. As I watch Tony's house from afar, I contimplate many things. I wonder how long it will take for anyone to notice I am gone. How much people care about me. Many times, I have imagined my funeral. When people are going to walk into the church, who is going to be there because they really want me to rest in peace? How many are simply going to come to get out of school or some other shallow reason of that sort.
I can tell now that my parents are going to be there. They are going to cry and groan. As if they didn't contribute anything to my pain. People like Bryce and Markus will show up just to make jokes and inappropriate slurs. For the most part, I can only think of one person that will genuinely care: Clay. It pains my heart to leave him on this earth. All alone. Having lost two girls in his life that were too weak to go on. The poor guy will have to go through Hannah all over again. Only I am not as important as she was. I cannot make nearly the same impression as she did.
It was now that I see Tony's car drive into his driveway. My eyes narrow some as I watch him turn off the engine and get out of his car. No wonder his car always breaks down. It looks like someone made a collage of scrap pieces of metal with inspiration from the late 80s.
Tony walks to the door and sees the expertly wrapped carboard box with his name on it. Even watching from this far, I can tell that he is probably confused and upset. At this moment, I can tell that he was going to be true to his word. He helped out Hannah before, no doubt he will help me now. It might hurt some people when they hear how selfish I am.
Or maybe it won't.
I cannot say that no one tried to help me. It is just too late.
I'm sorry, Clay. I really am.
