This story features a very graphic suicide scene. If you are feeling suicidal, then please do not read this fic as it will be very triggering.
Thirteen reasons why is owned by Jay Asher.
He sees him standing there with a gun. He pulls up and parks the car.
"Clay what are you doing? Where did you get that?" He asks as he walks up to him.
"Get out of my way Justin." Clay demands.
"Come on, Clay this is fucking crazy." Justin says.
"No one's gonna get justice for her!" Clay shouts.
"Hey, come on hey!" Justin says. His eyes widened when Clay points the gun at him.
"Move!" He demands.
"I talked to Jessica today. She wants me to testify." Justin informs.
"Bullshit. No, she doesn't." Clay growls.
"Yes, I swear she does." Justin says, his voice full of fear.
"So, you'll just run away or fucking overdose, again?" Clay asks.
"Clay come on." Justin pleads.
"I can't count on anyone else anymore. I have to do this myself." Clay tells him.
"You don't have to do this yourself. We can get him tomorrow." Justin reminds him.
"I need to do it now." Clay insists.
"Why?" Justin asks.
"For Hannah." Clay sobs.
"Listen, Clay. I know you loved her, but she's gone, and going in there and hurting Bryce now is not gonna bring her back. She's gone." He says, trying to get through to him. Clay feels his heart breaking all over again.
"How do I make her stop? She won't stop." He asks, his voice breaking.
"Make who stop? Who Clay? Who are you talking about?" Justin asks, trying to understand. His eyes widened when Clay presses the gun to his head.
"Clay!" He gasps.
"Clay come on." He pleads.
"Just stop. Give me the gun." He pleads. Clay grunts. Suddenly Bryce walks outside to see Clay pointing a gun at his head.
"What the fuck?" He asks. Clay didn't even think twice when he pulled the trigger.
"No!" Justin shouts as Clay falls limp to the ground.
"Holy fuck! He fucking… holy shit!" Bryce gasps.
"What the hell are we going to do Bryce?!" Justin asks.
"Fuck, I don't know!" Bryce shouts. Justin quickly grabs his phone, and dials 9-1-1.
"9-1-1 what's your emergency?" The voice asks.
"Yes, hello? My friend just shot himself in the head! I think he's dead!" Justin sobs. on the phone. He hands the phone to Bryce and that's when he gives them the address. Ten minutes pass and the paramedics declare Clay's time of death. He's being put in a body bag and being taken away. Justin falls to his knees, in tears. He should've known, he should've slapped that gun out of his hand. He should've fucking done something! Bryce just stares in shock. Jensen fucking killed himself! He shot himself in front of him! Fuck what is he supposed to do?
When night falls, Lainie and Matt Jensen were greeted by a knock at their door. Clay hasn't come home yet, so they couldn't sleep. When they get to the door, they frown when they see the broken look in the officer's eyes.
"Mr. and Mrs. Jensen, I'm afraid I have some very bad news." He says. Lainie frowns.
"Your son Clay shot himself in the head tonight. He didn't make it, I'm so sorry." The officer informs. Lainie collapses in Matt's arms, and sobs. The officer leaves after that, having nothing more to say. Clay's funeral was the next day. The halls felt empty the next week. Everyone knew the story of Hannah Baker, the girl who killed herself and left those tapes. They don't know the story of Clay Jensen.
"You know why he killed himself don't you?" One voice asks.
"No, why?" Another voice asked.
"Because he was fucking nuts." Another voice says. Tony slams his fist on the lockers.
"Hey, shut the fuck up! You don't know anything!" He shouts. Everyone snickered.
"Come on, you know he was crazy. He probably killed himself to be with her." Ryan scoffs. Tony didn't even think twice when he punched Ryan as hard as he could, knocking him to the ground.
"You keep your fucking mouth shut, you got it?" He snaps as he goes to class. Bryce rolls his eyes.
"You're a dick you know that?" He asks. Ryan slowly gets up and limps to class. By the end of the day, Tony finds himself walking into the Jensen household. He looks up to see Lainie and Matt sitting on the couch.
"Oh Tony. Come here." Lainie insists. Tony nods and walks over to her. He blinks when she pulls him in for a hug. They don't blame him? He'd failed to see the signs twice, and now another one of his friends is dead!
"I don't want you to blame yourself, okay? This wasn't anyone's fault but mine." Matt says.
"Mr. Jensen, that's not—" Tony starts to say.
"No, Tony. My son was crying out for help, and I didn't see it until it was too late." Matt says, his voice breaking.
"Did he ever… talk to you, about why he did what he did?" Lainie asks. Tony shook his head.
"He never talked to me about that kind of stuff. I wish to God that he did, then maybe I could've done something." He answers. Soon enough Justin walks in.
"I knew something was wrong. I knew something wasn't right, and when he put that gun to his head, I froze. I could've stopped him, and I didn't, and I'm so fucking sorry." He sobs.
"Justin, no, hey. It wasn't your fault. Clay was hurting, just like Hannah was." Tony says as he brings him in for a hug. Justin sobs into his chest. Tony pats his back, trying his best to comfort him. He almost had a heart attack when he sees Clay standing there, in total silence. Fuck, I'm losing my damn mind! He lets go of Justin and walks outside. Clay follows him when he sits in his car.
"It's not your fault Tony. You know that." Clay says.
"Yes, it is Clay. That's twice now that I've failed to see the signs. That's twice now that my friends have been suicidal, and I've missed the signs!" Tony shouts.
A/N:
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