AN: Hey Readers, thank you for the response to 13 Reasons Why! To keep the story going and everything, could you take a poll that is one my page? Just pick four characters that you would like to see in the story. In a message or something you could even tell me how you would like then to be involved with Bella's death. Thanks! ~TwilightAltRocker 3

13 Reasons Why (idea) is owned by Jay Asher [Everyone should read this book!]

Characters are part of the story Twilight by Stephenie Meyer.

I flipped the tape over, as I had done before. I was getting anxious. Where do I come in. I sat on a park bench. It was eerie sitting in this park.

I pressed play.

"Okay everyone, I need you to head to the reservation for me. Go to E1 on your maps and then press play again once your there… Also, sit under the back center window."

I pause the recorder. I get up from my bench in the park and start running to the reservation.

As I pass by my house, I see Jasper standing outside with Alice. I keep running.

After twenty minutes I reach the reservation and head to the place that on the map is marked E1. It's the Uley house.

I press play.

"Shh. If you're talking in a library. Shh. If you're talking in a movie theater or in… church."

She paused.

"Sometimes though… there is no one around to tell you to be quiet. Sometimes you need to be quiet when you are all alone."

She paused again.

Bella, what are you getting at?

The silence continued. All I could hear where the crickets that must have surrounded her as she recorded.

"You especially need to be quiet if you're a peeping tom. Why, some of you must be asking? Well, you should all know. A peeping tom must be quiet to avoid getting caught. They must prevent her from finding out. What if I found out."

She stopped for yet a third time.

"Guess what. Sam Uley, I found out."

Sam? Really? He was so quiet. Is so quiet. Why would Sam be a peeping tom?

"Sam, I feel sorry for you. I really do. Everyone else on these tapes will just come off as a jerk or self centered. They come off as frustrated and just letting off steam on a random victim. You, Sam. Your story is creepy though. And I feel sorta creepy telling it. You see, I'm trying to get closer to you Sam. Not in the way that Tyler or Mike did on any drunken night to me. I'm trying to get closer to you by trying to understand the rush of taking away security from a person I their home. How could just watching someone through their bedroom window be so much of a thrill that you would do it over and over again for months?"

For months?

"Raise of hands. Can anyone tell me where I am? Can you make a guess?"

Sam's.

"If you said the Uley residence at the reservation, you'd be right. I'm sitting under Sam's window of his family trailer. I can hear his sister, Emily, laughing with in. I can hear his father snoring from the front of the trailer. Sam, tell your dad his snores are quite impressive."

She let out a small giggle. I missed that giggle.

"I'm going to look in. Hopefully I won't get caught by anyone inside."

I can hear her stand. She must have been in a bush.

"I can see perfectly. The hall light is on and illuminates your room flawlessly. Sam isn't home right now. There was a meeting at the school for yearbook. Thank you Sam, for making this easy for an amature. I know you won't be home 'till late so this should be fairly simple to do."

"Your room is exactly what I thought it would be Sam, a mess. There are cameras everywhere and equipment as well. There is a pile of laundry that needs to be put away on your bed. By the way everything always seems to fall out of your locker, I bet you aren't going to put that laundry away."

How much time did she spend around Sam's locker?

"I've been sitting here, under your bedroom window for some time now Sam. Your finally home though. I can hear your motorcycle engine cut as you pull up to the front of your house. I can hear your mother opening the door and yelling at you. I believe she is saying that she was worried sick about you. Sam, did you not tell your mother where you were going to be? Were you even at the yearbook meeting? Or… were you at my house? Sitting under my bedroom window. If you were, I know you didn't see anything."

She stopped.

"For those of you who were not involved in this little story, let me recap for you. Before I do though, I want you to go to A4 on the map. Once you get there, I want you to sit under the back right hand window on the first floor. Till you get there, pause this tape."

I paused the tape. I began to walk back toward my home. Before I left Sam's house though, I picked up a rock and tossed it at the window. It ricochet off the glass to dirt below where I noticed a pile of rocks. I guess all of the listeners where doing this same action.

I reached my house after twenty minutes and decided to hop in my Volvo to make the trip to A4 quicken. As I backed out of my family's cavernous garage, I saw Jasper and Alice still sitting on the front steps.

After fifteen minutes, I reached A4. It was Bella's old house. There was no one there now. Her father, Chief Swan, was always at work since Bella died. He never left the station to return home. I pulled up to the curb and ran to the back of the house. I sat under the back right hand window and pressed play on the tape player.

"So as you must have figured out now, you're at my house. Be careful not to get caught by my father or you'll be spending the night in a jail cell. Unfortunately, Sam, you never got caught. You were that quiet."

"So here is what happened. Every night while I prepared for bed, I would hear a little, faint click. I used to ignore it as I brushed out my hair and Lauren's scar said 'good night Bella, you slut.' I would walk over to my bed after my hair was in a pony tail and I would lay on my covers until I felt drowsy. I would be wearing very short shorts and a tank top so I guess I looked very attractive to a boy like Sam. But up until I fell asleep, I would hear these little clicks."

Did you look out your window to see who it was?

"I eventually figured that I might have a stalker out my window but I was too scared to look. I started to close my heavy green curtains I night. I hated that. I loved the view of the rising sun from my window in the morning but now I had to worry about my nightly visitor. After about a month, I invited Jessica Stanley over to help me try and catch my peeping tom. Now don't worry Jessica, Your tape is next."

She stopped.

"Well, I guess I'll have to explain more after but here is my advice to you Sam, don't take away someone's privacy. It may cost them their life later. You took away my only private place and I took my life."