A Mysterious Letter

Today was nothing but morbid, and for good reason. News had spread quickly among the Wildcat community about Alan Whitaker's death. I'm not sure if death is the right word when it comes to suicide, but it's all I can think of right now. The principal made an announcement on the morning show about it, saying there are counselors here if people need to talk, and that the senior class will have an assemble to talk about what happened.

"Troy! Troy, oh my god I just heard!" My girlfriend, Gabriella, ran towards my with a few tears in her eyes, and wrapped her arms around me. "I can't believe this could happen here. I always thought people were happy in our school"

"I know Gaby, I'm upset too."

"I'm just glad I have you here to comfort me. Does anyone know why Alan did what he did?"

I shook my head. There were rumors, but nothing official had come up.

"Hey, um, Sharpay invited me and some other people to come over tonight. You know, to cope together."

Sharpay Evans was my exgirlfriend, and to be honest I didn't want to go. I could tell that Gabriella wanted to though, so I agreed I would go, but only for a little while. A tip to my fellow men: your new girlfriend and ex should never be in the same room for too long.

School seemed to go by faster than expected. At the assembly they talked about how we need to ban together, and how this isn't our fault. "People have demons that nobody knows about all the time, and eventually they can't handle it" She was right, but Alan always seemed so happy, so put together.

"Hi honey, how are you?" My mom asked

"I'm ok, just surprised is all."

"If you wanna talk me and your father are here for you."

"Thanks mom" I gave her a kiss on the cheek.

She handed me a tan envelope, and said it came today. Hopefully, with any luck it was my acceptance letter to Colton University. It has been dream to go there since I was ten, to play for their teams on school days, and spend the weekends at the California beaches. Heaven on Earth is what it is.

When I sat on my bed, and opened the letter my heart stopped for a second. It was a letter from Colton, or a good news of any kind. I had to glance over it again to make sure I was reading it right, and unfortunately I was.

Hello my fellow Wildcats! It's me your good friend, Alan Whitaker! By now I'm assuming you know what has happened to me, and if you haven't then you will. I promise you that. So why I am I writing to you? It's simple really. To tell you why I ended my life, and what part you played in my death. That's right, if you are getting this lovely letter in the mail, then you my good friend are one of the reasons I ended things.

What the hell is this? I never did anything to him, we barely talked. At least we barely talked this year that is. Come to think of it, he didn't really talk to anybody this year, but we did interact in the past...Oh shit.

That's right, if you are getting this lovely letter in the mail, then you my good friend are one of the reasons I ended things. Now I could just say what you did, and let you just soak in that for a little while, but where is the fun in that? No, in my last bit of school spirit, I'm going to make this into a game. A sort of seek and find. I guess in this case it's read and find but you get the idea. Wildcats love games, so why not right? Here are the rules: you get the letter, the one you're holding now, and on the back is a story. The story of why I kill myself, and the person's involvement. You won't be getting your story, at least not yet that is. Instead you get to read someone elses, then go searching for your own. Now just because you have theirs doesn't mean they have yours.

This is so messed up, I did something to make a person end their life and I don't even know what it is. Somebody else does though, and that is a scary thought. What did I do?

Honestly, I don't care if you read them anyways. I will never know, or maybe I will. I could be standing behind you right now, judging you, watching, or if you're playing good music possible twerking. Sorry for that imagine ladies and gentlemen. No, I think knowing you did something to end a person's life can be punishment enough, but I also want you to suffer like I did. So if you haven't thrown this away yet, lets get started shall we? Turn the page and you'll see who is first.

For a second I hesitated. I wanted to know why he did what he did, but was it really my place to read somebody else's story? I thought about, and figured I'll just read the first paragraph and thats it. At least then I can know who else got a letter. I turned the page over, and I started to read.

Hello there princess! I guess it's rude of my to not call you by your actual name isn't it? Hello there Sharpay Evans! I'm sure you remember me, because I sure as hell remember you. I know reading isn't your strongest ability, but trust me you will want to read this. Spoiler Alert! This story doesn't have a fairy tale ending….

So that was the first chapter, and I know it wasn't perfect but hey, nobody is. If you're wondering why I decided to use letters and not tapes like in Thirteen Reasons that question will be answer in chapter five. I hope you guys like it, because I'm working hard on this, and I think this is an important story to tell. Please send reviews! Thank you!