Author's note!
Hey hey people :)
I got the idea of this story from an actual book and soon to be movie next year, "13 Reasons Why." The idea of somebody committing suicide and leaving behind something explaining how people they know caused them to do it came from that book as well as this format. The dialogue and writing and everything else came from me (:
I'm trying to write a story that's unique and different from the other stories on here and I think this one is totally that :D
"Eddy's thoughts are in quotations." Double D's writing is in italics.
It had been a week since the day. The day when Ed ran up to Eddy and told him that something was wrong with Double D. The day that Eddy walked into Double D's bedroom to find him laying on the floor surrounded by blood. Eddy knew just from looking at him that he was dead. The cause of his death was suicide. Double D had stabbed himself in his chest. Eddy didn't know why but he was about to find out.
Eddy was currently sitting on his bed staring at a notebook that he had found in Double D's room after his death. Inside the notebook, Double D had written things that made Eddy's blood run cold. So far, Eddy had read the first page, but he was afraid to read the rest.
He opened the notebook and read the first page once more.
I'm sorry but I had to do this. If you want to know why, if you even care, I've written inside this notebook 10 reasons why I killed myself. The reasons are people actually. And I hope all of them read this. Every person in the cul-de-sac did something to me that caused me to die. They pushed me over the edge.
Eddy had been completely shocked after reading this. He didn't think that he could be a reason for Double D's tragic death. He couldn't think of anything he had been doing that was hurting Double D.
"He put up with me for all of these years, why did he suddenly decide he couldn't anymore?"
Think of it this way. I'm standing one foot away from the edge of a cliff. The more someone pushes me, the closer I get to the edge. Finally, they push me to far and I fall off of the cliff. I fall to my death. That's pretty much what happened here. Shit just kept happening and finally I couldn't take it anymore. I decided that death was the only way out. I suppose there were other things I could have done besides kill myself.
"No shit dude." Double D had always been the smart one of the group, the smartest person in the whole cul-de-sac. But he had done the dumbest thing somebody could ever do.
I could have talked to somebody, I could have told somebody how I was feeling in the hopes that they could help me, but I didn't know who to talk to. Nobody seemed to care and they always seemed to be to busy to notice. Well, I'm telling you now.
Eddy had been pretty busy the weeks before Double D's death. It had been awhile since he'd had any jawbreakers and he was coming up with a different scam everyday. Double D and Ed were helping him scam everybody, as usual. He didn't notice anything wrong with Double D and sadly, Eddy admitted to himself, he probably wouldn't have cared if Double D had mentioned anything about suicide to him. He would have just brushed it off as nothing because he never thought anything like this could happen to one of his friends. He was used to his usual routine of setting up a scam, having it fail, and having some sort of crazy disaster occur, but not this sort of disaster. He never thought one of his friends would actually die, nor did he ever want that to happen. Not even to his worst enemy, Kevin. Besides, that would mean one less quarter to collect.
I'll explain what all of you did to bring me to my demise as well as what I was thinking in my final days. I started this notebook just a few days before I planned to kill myself and wrote on the last page just a few minutes before my death. That's right, minutes.
There was one big reason why Eddy was afraid to read past the first page. That reason being he didn't want to know what he did to Double D. He didn't want to know what he did that was so horrible it could actually cause somebody to take their own life. But yet, he wanted to know. He felt like he needed to know. He wanted to understand what had been going through Double D's mind. He felt like he owed it to Double D to find out the truth behind his death.
So, are you ready? I killed myself and these are the ten reasons why.
That was the end of the first page. Eddy had read through it several times already, stalling so he wouldn't have to read anything about himself. He decided not to put it off any longer. Taking a deep breath, he turned the page.
Author's Note!
HI (:
I know this story is kinda twisted but I don't write stories that aren't ;)
Anyways the next chapter will be about somebody but WHO? Also it's going to be in this same format but also like a flashback type thingy so you'll like see things that happened in the past from Double D's pov like a story type thing. I don't know how to explain but I tried so yeah just wait and find out :D
Oh and please REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW :) even if you put just one freakin word I wanna know what you people think!
I shall update soon (: byeee