Note: There will be a big Canon Divergence in this story starting from season 2 the moment Justin is homeless.
Hope you enjoy!
It's a dark and rainy night in Oakland...
In a dark and quiet alley...
There lie a young teenage boy, using what looks to be his gym bag as a pillow for his head to lie on. His clothes are all worn out and dirty. The boy is shivering from the cold air and rain, no jacket or umbrella for him to use to cover himself in the rain. The night feels quiet, with only the sound of raindrops and cars passing by occasionally through the town streets, not noticing the frail boy lying on the wet alley. The only light sources for the boy to be able to see are street lights, faintly shining through the dark and rainy night.
I HATE YOU!
What I want is never see you again in my life.
You are no fucking good for anybody, you here me? You act like you're above and all...but you're in deeper than anybody, it seems like. No good for your mother, that girl of yours, not anybody.
And I want you to understand what it's like to be raped... But I truly hope that you never will!
The boy wakes up suddenly with a startled yelp, having been woken up by his nightmares that had been haunting him for three months since he ran away.
It had been three months since everything went upside down when Hannah Baker took her own life and left behind a box of tapes pointing out her reasons why she did what she did. Her suicide and the tapes have taken a toll on everyone involved with even at least Hannah, whether the person was on the tapes or not.
The boy, Justin Foley, is among them.
And of all the people in the tapes, have done the worst, even being a subject for two tapes instead of just one tape for each person.
Both of which were the same mistake that he ended up letting happen: he let who he thought was his best friend and closest person in his life, Bryce Walker, hurt someone.
He let Bryce spread the picture of Hannah he took from he and Hannah's first date, perverting and ruining what could've been a special memory for both Justin and Hannah.
And worse...
He let Bryce raped his now ex-girlfriend, Jessica Davis, with Hannah having witnessed the rape while she was fearfully hiding, traumatizing her.
When Justin heard the news about Hannah's suicide, he only felt bad and nothing else, although deep down, it did hurt him considering that he did like Hannah, but what he did with the picture pretty much ruined the relationship that could've been beautiful, and feeling too ashamed, scared, and unsure of what to do, he didn't do anything about it other than just constantly text her he was sorry and only just approached her once at Monet's to apologize again. Those were prettily much the only times he really spent time with Hannah after their first date.
Then, one night, he received the tapes that Hannah left behind before her death.
When he first heard the tapes, a lot of negative emotions were invading Justin, but guilt, anger, and denial were the most prominent emotions he felt. It didn't help when he learned that he was a subject of not just one tape like the rest of people, but a subject for two tapes.
Hearing Hannah said herself about Justin, the fact that he contributed the most of the different Hannah talked about, all that Justin felt was guilt, anger, and denial, more so with denial.
Justin kept thinking himself that it's not like he's responsible for what Hannah had done, merely thinking that Hannah killed herself just to get attention, thinking Hannah just turned into a sick drama queen.
Deep down though, Justin could feel like it was his fault, but he'd rather ignore it and deny that he hurt Hannah.
What really worried Justin was when Hannah mentioned about the party that night, when he helplessly didn't stop Bryce from raping Jessica. He didn't want to let Jessica know about what happened since they were drunk at the time. He was scared that Jessica will hate him. Unfortunately though, he eventually admitted that Bryce raped her and Jessica hates him now.
With Bryce having betrayed and used him, Jessica hating him now, and having been sick of his fucked up family life, his mother not really caring him and letting her boyfriends, especially Seth, abuse him endlessly, Justin got nothing left and decided to run away.
And now here he is, shivering and suffering all alone in the dark alley during a gloomy and rainy night, having nothing but his worn out clothes, his remaining cash that he stole from his former home, his school gym bag, and some heroin he bought recently.
Justin sold his phone just for cash to keep himself from starving to death. He tried looking for a place he can stay and pay, but none of them would he be able to afford, hence he instead just spent most of the cash for drugs, just to keep the pain within him away.
Justin had also lost his Liberty High jacket at some point, but Justin didn't care too much about it, especially when he didn't want to be reminded of all the shit he made back in Liberty.
Now, Justin's pretty much in the lowest of his life...
No food...
No home...
No family...
No friends...
Nothing...
He's all alone, letting himself rot and fade away in the dark alley...
Justin doesn't know what to do now...
All he can think of is just get high, run out of cash, get paid to be fucked by some guys, repeat. He thinks that for all the shit he's done, he deserves this kind of punishment. He deserves this kind of karma.
And no one is there to help him, which Justin doesn't care now as he knows that he deserves to die alone and not loved.
Having been woken up by the same nightmare again for the nth time, Justin feels restless and couldn't fall back to sleep, so he decides to go high once again, wanting to get away from the pain that will forever haunt him, before he decides to just take a stroll around the town just to kill time, wonder aimlessly under the heavy rain.
Walking around town, Justin only stares out blankly, completely mute, occasionally looking by at some of the people who are safely taking shelter from the rain. At one point, he sees a car that's just waiting at an intersection, waiting for the traffic light to turn green. Seeing through the window of the car from the sidewalk, he sees two children, two boys fallen asleep in each others' shoulders at the back of the car, with what looks to be their parents in front, looking back at their children with a warm and caring smile. Justin's eyes are beginning to turn watery, but he doesn't blink the tears away. He feels happy for the two boys at least having parents who love and care for them, something that he himself does not have. He also feels happy for them being close. Justin used to have someone who he thinks was close. Now, not anymore...
The traffic light turns green and the family's car that Justin was staring at drives away, leaving Justin behind. Justin feels empty as he goes back to wandering aimlessly around town.
Justin has been walking around aimlessly for God knows how long (not that Justin cares as he's got nothing left in his life).
Feeling drowsy, Justin finally turns to another alley where he's about to let himself collapse when a man comes out from the dark, a gun pointed straight at Justin.
Justin froze, unsure what to do, but still gives a glare at what looks to be a robber with a gun.
"Give me the bag." The robber threatens Justin.
"Fuck off." Justin ain't going to easily just give up all his shit to the robber...
...And if this is how he's going to die, he thinks that might as well just get this over with as he's got nothing left to live for.
It was only a second when the robber knocks Justin hard in the head with the butt of his gun, but not before Justin decides to fight back against him. It was short-lived, however, as Justin's weak.
Justin gets beaten up badly and before he knows it, hears a load bang echoing through his head.
He looks down to see his worn out sweater now stained with blood as the robber had shot him in the chest.
Feeling like everything slowed down, Justin collapses backward towards the wall, pain invading his body as Justin clutches at where the bullet hole could be.
As he looks up to see the robber walk up in front of him, Justin glares defiantly at the gun that's now aimed at his head.
So this is how his life is going to end Justin thought...
Just as the robber is about to hit the final nail in the coffin for Justin, someone comes from behind and knocks the robber down, surprising Justin.
He looks on as he sees the robber attempt to fight against his attacker, but he is no match for him as he is easily beaten up and knocked out cold.
As Justin coughs out some blood, he sees the man turn towards him as the man hurries to Justin.
His vision begins to blur and dark spots begin to invade him as the man seems to inspect Justin's body, although he couldn't see the man's face.
"O-Ok... You're gonna be ok. Alright? You're gonna be ok." The man's voice sounded composed, but Justin can sense a hint of worry in his voice.
Justin sarcasrically and weakly laughs "Yeah I'll be alright."
Justin doesn't give a fuck now at this point, he's going to die in a dark alley as some random homeless kid.
I deserve to die like this... Justin thought as he begins to embrace the darkness that's about to take a hold of him.
The last thing that Justin sees as his vision turns to black is the man's eyes flash a crimson bright red, followed by a faint growl before he finally faints.