13 Reasons Why -Nicolas Sturniolo

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Its been tough, to say the least.

And quiet.

Nic is usually really loud when it comes to any topic that pisses him off. But Nic isn't here.

He hasn't been for weeks.

And he is never coming back.

That's right, Nicolas Sturniolo is dead.

How exactly? Well, I'm sure we'd all like to know..

But if you've ever heard of a tragic story where someone suddenly dies, a lot of self-hate and self-issues go into the story.

And that's Nic's story.

Nic wouldn't say he hated himself, he hates the word hate. He just strongly disliked himself.

Of course, many would disagree, but what you see on the surface, is totally different deep down.

No one knew how Nic was feeling. At all.

That was until a few weeks ago when Matt and Chris came home from a day with friends, and found their triplet brother in his room.

Of course, they couldn't forget that day. How could they?

What they were expecting when they came home to a quiet house, was not what they found.

Its been a tough few weeks, and Matt and Chris could feel the other triplet falling apart at the seams.

Matt's anxiety has gotten worse, and he basically spends all day in his room. Chris basically lives on the couch, having no energy to get up anymore.

They haven't talked to their friends since the funeral, and in all honesty, they don't want to.

But that all changed today.

Today, a ring on the doorbell pushed Chris off of his safe-haven that was the gray couch. He walked downstairs to the front door to see a cardboard box sitting in the pouring rain.

Chris looks around for a post-man, but doesn't see anybody, or cars. So he's not sure who dropped off this box. He decides to get a closer look.

It was soaked to the core, the box ripping in some corners. It doesn't have a name on it, but Chris sees his address on it, so he takes it.

He grabs the brown box and slams the door with his foot, he runs upstairs and slams the box on the kitchen counter.

"Matt, come here!" Chris yells, searching for Matt's car keys in the drawers.

He doesn't get a response, and rolls his eyes.

"Matthew, come here. Now!" Chris orders, sounding just like Nic.

Nic was the bossy triplet. He was basically their parent. They live in LA and their parents live in Boston, but with Nic around, they basically always had a parent, nineteen-years-old or not. They always had adult supervision with Nic.

He hears a bedroom door open, and Matt trudges down the hallway into the kitchen, he leans against a counter, looking sick. He's pale and the bags under his eyes don't help him look any better. He's also in desperate need of a shave. His bright blue eyes look gray, and dull. He looks like he hasn't eaten in ages. Which he hasn't.

"Christopher Owen, I swear to God if this isn't anything interesting or something that concerns me, I'm killing you." Matt snaps.

"The doorbell rang, and when I opened it, no one was there. Pretty weird, right?" Chris starts digging through the kitchen drawers as he speaks, "but then, this box was sitting there. Alone. So I brought it inside from the rain, and it isn't addressed to anyone, so I'm excited to see what's inside."