A/N: I want to mention that this story is VERY close to Jay Asher's Thirteen Reasons Why. Same theme and pretty much same story line, but i wanted to tweak it for the 100. This story will have mature themes and this story will have many triggers, so if you decide to proceed with this story please proceed with caution.
A small package is leaning against the wall on my front porch. We never really receive any packages but I figured it must have been for my mom. I stepped up and grabbed the box and was surprised to see that the package was addressed to me, Bellamy Blake.
I headed inside with the package and set it on the kitchen counter. I pulled open our junk drawer and grabbed a pair of scissors slicing through the tape on the top and sides. Inside was something wrapped in bubble wrap. I unrolled it and seven loose audiotapes fall onto the counter.
Each tape has a number written in black marker in the upper right-hand corner. Each side has its own number. One and two on the first tape, three and four on the next, five and six, and so on. The last tape has a thirteen on one side, but nothing on the back. Who would send me a small box full of audiotapes? No one listens to cassettes anymore. Do I even have a way of listening to them?
The garage! The stereo on the work bench is old and covered in saw dust and paint, but best of all it has a cassette player that still works. I drag the stool in front of the workbench, drop my bag to the floor, then sit down. I press eject on the player and plastic door eases open and I slide in the first tape.