A small box is on my doorstep. It's addressed to me, and doesn't have a return address. I excitedly take it, and open it. Inside, I find 7 audiotapes. Why would someone send me a box of audiotapes? They all have a small number painted on the right hand corner, on each side. 1 and 2, 3 and 4. The seventh one has a red 13 across it, larger than the other ones.
I take the box, and I take the small Walkman that my Dad gave me a few weeks ago. How lucky. I put in the first tape, and pull on the headphones. I press play.
Hello friends. It's Tris Prior here, alive. If you can here this, I'm already gone.
My heart stomach drops. Tris Prior killed herself 2 weeks ago. I have to fight to press play.
Prepare, grab some popcorn. Or don't. Because I'm going to tell you a story, the story of my life. Or death, specifically why I died. If you got this in the mail, you are one of the reasons. It's simple, you listen, you pass on the tapes to the next person. And you? Number 13, you can keep them as sick souvenirs for the crime you committed. Isn't it ironic, you commit the crime, but all the repercussions fall on me.
What is this, some suicide note? I barely knew Tris. I, Tobias Eaton, have never done anything to her. This must be some joke. Someone sent me these, and is wanting to scare me. But who would send out some tapes saying that they have fresh blood on their hands?
Now, if you think that this is some joke. It's not, it's dead serious. Ha! That's funny, suicide is dead serious. I made a copy of all of these tapes, and if they aren't passed around, they will be released in a very public matter. I'm not bluffing, this wasn't a spur of the moment decision. This wasn't some I was really sad that day so I was going to be selfish. I am not selfish, I am brave. Don't take advantage of me again, I didn't do this for myself. I did it to relieve all of you of the burden that is me. I am brave.
Tris was never a burden.
Oh, if you got something in your locker? A little envelope. You are one of the reasons.
My whole body freezes, I am on the list, aren't I. I dig through my bag, and pull out a little envelope. On the front, in the same red colour, it says keep this, you'll need it.
I'm going to start with….. You. Peter Hayes. Ah, Peter. Freshman year, you were my first boyfriend, if that's what you want to call it.
I was so jealous, Tris had this aura, this aura that made me believe I had no chance. Like she was too good for all the boys in our small high school. Like she didn't want them back. Like she was stiff. I kept thinking I didn't have a chance. I thought that she'd turn me down. My friends encouraged me to ask her out, and I almost did, but I never got the chance. But that one night….
Little did I know, I was a cheap 10 dollar bet, Hello Edward! . Edward bet you 10 dollars that I wouldn't go out with you. Little did they know, I really liked you. Disgusting, Isn't it. Oh and Peter, stick around. You all won't believe what else happened with him. Now, we dated for a few weeks, before you and I had our kiss. It was just a kiss, and nothing else .Until, he told me to loosen up after feeling my ass, and telling me it was non-existent, like a small child's. But that's, not what you heard, Did you?
From what I heard, she broke up with him after he grabbed her ass. But that's not it, is it?
He said that I wouldn't let him kiss me, and I broke up with him because it was too 'sexual'. Earning me the nickname, Stiff. This may seem like a small thing, but to me, it mattered. You were my first kiss, I wanted it to be special. Now this is just the introduction to my little story, and I think this is where it all started. A nickname that started it all. Oh and Peter? Why did you do what you did to me if I reminded you of a small child? Are you really that sick?
The humming of the audio tape stops, and I take out the cassette. What did Peter do? How will I face the others? And what did I do? Will the others on the list feel the same way after listening to my story?
I need to go someplace other than this small room. I leave, and head to the park where I grew up. I feel sick, and ready to panic. I close my eyes, and try to pretend that all of this is a dream, but it's not. Tris is dead, and I never even got to know her. Could I have saved her, if I just knew? Could I? After these tapes, I might know her too well. I start to walk, and eventually pass through the field where Peter was the star of the football team. I stare up at the blue sky, and wonder to myself i she's up there, staring me down.
I want to stop listening, but the sweet sound of her voice draws me back in. I've stayed up for hours, only dreaming about ways she could come back, praying for a miracle. But I saw her body. I found her. I knew it was impossible to hear her voice again alive. I owe it to her, I owe it to Tris.
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