Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher.
Author's Note: I'm really happy with all the reviews I've been getting, and so I decided to put you out of your misery and write another chapter. I'm happy to say I've finished Thirteen Reasons Why, and it was amazing! If you hadn't read it, you really should. Also, please keep it up with the reviews.
Reason One: Part Two
The glee club let out a few startled gasps as the face of Rachel Berry appeared on the screen. She smiled coyly and gave a little wave.
Hello. It's me, Rachel Barbra Berry. I'd say live and in video, but, if you're watching this, it means I've killed myself. So, technically I'm not alive to you.
As everyone listened to her talk, the whole choir room fell silent. Even the people who had never been close to Rachel Berry were in complete and utter shock at hearing her voice again. Because they knew she was gone, they knew she could never come back.
Because Rachel had killed herself.
If you're watching these little DVD's of mine, it means you're one of the reasons why I did what I did. And I promise, your name will pop up on here eventually. I swear. Cross my heart and hope to die! Why would I lie to you? Everything I've done is done, so why should it remain a secret? You people deserve to know. You should know what you did. So I'll tell you.
The members of New Directions looked at each other.
"What did we do?" Mercedes mouthed and Kurt shushed her.
The rules are easy. Rule number one: you listen to these DVD's. I took so much time to make them for you! And two: you pass them on. Enclosed is a mailing list. Find your name, or names, and send them to whoever is on the list after you. But, don't cheat. Don't read the list until after you've watched these DVD's, or else you'll know all of my reasons. I want you to be surprised!
Oh, and lucky number thirteen? You can take these DVD's straight to Hell. Maybe I'll see you there.
On the DVD, Rachel winked. A few Glee kids shuddered, some gasped and some just kept watching. Were they number thirteen? Did Rachel want them to take the DVD's to Hell?
And here's a tip: don't break the rules. I have a second copy of these DVD's you see, and I entrusted a certain someone with them, my DVD keeper you could say. If these tapes don't get passed on, they will be released in a very public manner.
I will have them played for the entire school.
Everyone looked at each other.
"What?" Mr. Schue muttered to himself.
"No way," Mike breathed, holding onto Tina's hand a little tighter.
"Freaky," she added.
You've been warned.
This first DVD belongs to Mr. Jesse St. James. Are you ready, honey?
Jesse St. James. Rachel's ex-boyfriend. The one who had pressured her into having sex. The one who only went out with her because his glee club coach, and Rachel's birth mother, had told him to. The one who cracked an egg over Rachel's head. The one who had begged for forgiveness and never gotten it.
Now New Directions hated him ten times more. He was one of Rachel's reasons. Maybe if he hadn't done whatever he did, she'd still be with them.
Well…probably not.
Jesse, you were my first real love, or at least my first crush. I don't know if you other people watching know this, but in middle school, before Jesse transferred to Carmel, I was a sixth grader and he were in eighth. Sometimes I'd follow you around Jesse, sometimes I'd write about you in my journal, or dedicate one of my MySpace videos to you. I even made a photocopy of your schedule so I could try to talk to you. Jesse, I was enthralled by you.
Rachel had been known for acting crazy when she had a crush. The glee club members had seen it firsthand. But, the way Rachel talked about Jesse on this DVD, made them all nervous. What did he do to Rachel, long before any of them were around to save her?
When you finish my DVD's Jesse, I hope you realize how you played a role in my life, and more importantly, in my death. You're role may feel small now, but trust me. It's not. Did you know what you were doing to me? Honestly, I don't think so. I think most of you don't even realize how bad you were. Hopefully, now you will.
Everyday Jesse, I would say 'hi' to you and eventually you said it back. So, one day, I walked by you, and said nothing at all.
"Aren't you going to say 'hi'?" You asked.
I turned around and smiled at you. "Why would I?" I demanded.
"Because you always do!" Was your reply.
Eventually, me playing hard to get drove you crazy. One day, you asked me for my number. And I gave it to you.
You called me later that night. When Daddy asked who you were as I went to answer it, I said we were working together on a project. He said you told him the same thing.
Jesse, you lied to my dad's.
But I really didn't care.
I told him it was a social studies project, and apparently that's exactly what you told Daddy. So he believed me and left me alone, to talk to you in peace so we could discuss our project.
DVD Rachel made air quotes around 'project'.
You asked me if we could meet behind the McKinley Middle School auditorium, and I said yes. Then, after I hung up, I ran to my room and sprayed on myself about a gallon of perfume.
I know, you think I'm a whore. But I'm really not.
Wait…you think I was. Cause, remember, I'm dead. Oh silly me!
DVD Rachel pretended to laugh and toyed with a strand of her brown hair.
But Rachel was wrong. Not a single person in the room was thinking about her that way.
Anyway, that night I waited for you behind the school. After what seemed like hours, you finally came. You looked stunning, absolutely gorgeous.
And…we kissed. It was a lovely first kiss, breath taking. You didn't shove your tongue in my mouth or touch me in places I don't like being touched, and after it was over, you just held me romantically before we left. And that's all that happened.
We…just…kissed!
The New Directions members looked around the room, remembering the stories they had heard when they were in middle school after how Rachel Berry had gotten her first kiss.
They had been nothing like this.
At first, all was well. Until you, my dear Jesse, started to brag.
You said the whole thing was erotic and that I had wanted more, than I had nearly ripped your clothes off.
Come on Jesse, what sixth grade girl does that?
Eventually, your name was dropped out of the story. That little tale of yours was no longer about how lucky you were, it was about what a big slut I was. Of course, none of it was true. I wasn't a slut, just a poor little girl, in love with you.
So, you bragged for nothing St. Jackass.
A few glee club members snickered before turning their attention back to the DVD.
My reputation was in shambles for the rest of my sixth grade year. It took me a long time to rebuild it, but people still hated me after that. It was after your lies I was slushied for the first time. Some hockey players from the high school got me on my way home. Jesse, how many people did you tell, exactly?
DVD Rachel raised an eyebrow and shrugged.
You're on this DVD because, although the kiss itself was wonderful, the memories I have of it are not. Now, it is hard to tell the fact from the fiction. But now, everyone watching this, knows that I didn't want to have sex with you. I didn't want anything more than a little kiss. Is that so wrong?
I don't think so. Do you think so, Jesse?
Stick around everyone, you too Jesse. This is only the beginning of my tale of woe.
Ta-ta for now.
Rachel's beautiful face faded from the screen, static took its place. Mr. Schue held his finger above the 'eject' button, as if waiting for something else to come. But when it didn't, he pressed the button and Finn handed him the next DVD with a shaky hand.
Mr. Schue scanned the room. Although the glee club members were shaken, they (well, most of them) encouraged him to go on.
He sighed. "Next DVD,"
