TH1RTEEN R3ASONS WHY
Chapter 2: Darcy
I flipped the tape to number 2 and put it in.
PLAY
So you have stayed to listen to my story. Sit down and grab a cup of coffee. You're going to have to sit for a while.
I had all the time in the world after Clare and I went our separate ways. I had no friends and...
Okay, here it goes. Darcy, are you there? If you are, You're probably wondering how I got the tapes to you. It took me weeks, and yes I have been planning this for months, to figure out how to get this in one piece to Kenya, but then I thought even more. You would have to go to my funeral, so you would have to come home. Yes, Darcy, I laid that package under your pillow. You are one of the reasons I killed myself.
Darcy must have been her sister. I only knew her mom and dad.
It all started when…actually it didn't really start I guess. It was just…was what it was. I was born "Darcy's little sister", nothing more. Even mom and dad see you as the pride and joy of the family. I am just the little sister who means nothing to anyone.
That's no true. Clare meant everything to me.
Remember what you used to call me? "Goody Two Shoes". Yeah, Darcy, that label stayed with me for a while.
I wondered how she was before because she wasn't a goody two shoes to me.
However you always seemed to get in trouble, Darcy: Spinner in your bedroom…predators. And do you know who always kept your little dirty secrets? Me, and you took me for granted. If I really was a goody two shoes I would told on you, but I didn't. And the next thingy you did is quite similar to my story. You tried to commit suicide. You failed, but the only reason you failed was because you didn't have a reason to die. On the contrary, I do.
I couldn't believe she was saying she had a reason to die. I should have talked her out of it.
