13 Reasons

Chapter 1

Alex's POV

My feet slosh through the ice/snow as I make my way to my car. As I climb in I crank the heat up as high as it'll go. I look in my rear view mirror & notice my cheeks & nose are pink. Putting my car in reverse I make my way to my house. I turn the radio up & suddenly my mind flashes back to him. This song was playing the last time we hungout. I turn the station before unwanted tears form. I pull up into my drive way & shut my engine off. I grab my book bag & make my way inside. I smell the spaghetti my mom decided to make. His favorite. I walk into the kitchen to find my mom stirring the sauce. "Hi sweetie how was your day?" My mother asks while kissing my cheek. "It was okay I'm just tired" I say & give her an attempt of a smile. My mom just gives me a sympathetic look & I make my way up the stairs to my room. She knows ever since he died I don't smile like I used too. I sit my book bag down & fall back onto my comfy white bed. As soon as I do my mom calls me down to eat dinner. I groan & start heading down stairs. I make my way into the dinning room & take my usual seat. In my house it's just me, my mom, my father, & my 14 year old little sister Kacie. My mom is the town vet & my father is a lawyer. As I look at my plate all I feel is nausea. I haven't been able to eat the same since him. I take a few bites to please my mother then excuse myself. "Please eat a little more Alex, you've lost weight." My mom begs. "I can't." I say & head back up stairs. It's been 5 months since he died & it's still hard to keep any food down. I walk into my bathroom & throw up all of the food I had just eaten. After I brush my teeth I decide to wash my face & change into my soft pink pajama shorts & white tank. I climb into my bed & try my hardest to fall asleep. I look at my alarm clock & notice it's only 11:30. Knowing I won't fall asleep anytime soon, I crawl out of bed & make my way towards my balcony. I open the two French doors & suddenly feel the cool wind come in. I walk out onto the balcony & sit down on one of the chairs. As I look at the stars my phone begins to ring. I pick it up & notice it's a blocked number. Curious, I answer. "Hello? Who's this?" I ask. A deep unrecognized voice says "check your front porch" & hangs up before I can say anything. I quietly make my way down stairs, my parents & sister are already in bed. I open the front door slowly. I look around to see if anyone is on the porch, when I notice a card board box. I pick it up & see that it's addressed to me. I quickly shut the door back & make my way to my room. I turn on the lamp in my room & shut my door. I pad over to my bed & rip the box open. Inside are cassette tapes.. Strange? Nobody uses these anymore. Each tape has a number on them. I count & see there are 13 tapes besides one that reads "Intro Tape". Why would someone send me tapes? I walk over to my closet & dig in a box that contains some of my toys & things I had when I was younger. I finally come across a cassette player with head phones. I dust it off & walk back over to my bed. I take the intro tape & place it inside the tape player. I hit play & suddenly a voice comes on. It's deep, raspy, with an accent. It's him. It's his voice. Harry Styles voice.