Th1rteen R3asons Why
A/N: Hey guys! Wow thanks for all the reviews! And yes, this is based off of the book "Thirteen reasons why" I hope you enjoy this Chapter!
Cassette 1: Side A
Hello, boys and girls. Sakura Haruno here. Live and in stereo.
I don't believe it
No return engagements. No encore. And this time, absolutely no request.
No. I cant believe it, Sakura Haruno killed herself.
I hope you're ready, because I'm about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended . And if you listening to these tapes, you're one of the reasons why.
What? No!
I'm not saying which tape brings you into the story. But fear not, if you received this lovely little box, your name will pop up…I promise. Now why would a dead girl lie? Hey! That sounds like a joke. Why would a dead girl lie? Because she cant stand up.
Is this some kind of twisted suicide note?
Go ahead laugh. Oh well, I thought it was funny
Why?
The rules are pretty simple. There are only two. Rule number one: you listen. Number two: you pass it on. Hopefully, neither one will be easy for you.
"What's that you're playing?" "Mom!" I scramble for the stereo, hitting several buttons all at once
Playrewindfast-forwardpause
"Mom you scared me" I say "It's nothing. A school project." my go-to answer for everything. Staying out late? School project. Need extra money? School project. And now, the tapes of a girl. A girl who, two weeks ago swallowed a handful of pills….school project.
"Can I listen?" she asks "It's not mine" I say as I scrape the toe of my shoe against the floor. "I'm helping a friend, it's for history, and it's boring." "Well, that's nice of you" she says. She leans over my shoulder and lifts a dusty rag to remove a tape measure hidden underneath then she kisses my forehead. "I'll leave you in peace then."
I wait till the door clicks shut, then I place a finger over the play button. My fingers, my hands, my arms, my neck, everything feels hollow. Not enough strength to press a single button on a stereo.
I pick up the rag and drape it over the shoe box to hide it from my eyes. I wish I'd never seen that box or the seven tapes inside it. Hitting play was easy. A piece of cake. I had no idea what I was about to hear. But this time, it's one of the most frightening things I've ever done. I turn the volume down and press play.
When you're done listening to all thirteen sides --because there are thirteen sides to every story-- rewind the tapes, put them back in the box, and pass them on to whoever follows your little tale. And you, lucky number thirteen, you can take the tapes straight to hell. Depending on your religion, maybe I'll see you there.
I'm sorry…that wasn't very fair let's move on shall we?………..Ready Mr. Hyuga?