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This is my story, handwritten, originally by me, Blaire Winters.

Yes, I'm dead. I'm finally dead. It feels like a dream to me to be dead. The only dream I've ever fulfilled.

You might be wondering how you're still reading this. But don't go, this is specially written for my best friend, for someone I loved.

Josh Dylan.

Is it you? Are you reading this? I really hope it's you. You always loved reading, quoting Shakespeare, pouring your love out for J.K Rowling.

Life.

Life is not a soul, but a hill. A normal life, or hill, would go up, and down. When you're up, you feel victory, the sun setting upon you. When you're down, you fail, the moon setting upon you.

I always looked up to my sister, Brittney. Her hill, her hill was always facing up. Never a down. She was always working her way up. She never once failed, not even in her subjects.

They say twins should be alike. They look alike. But my hill was the opposite. It went down. Was I born to suffer... Was I born to walk this hill downwards?

I never knew the answer. Neither did I ask others. I was always trapped in my bubble.

This is not 13 Reasons Why. I'm not Hannah, and you're not Clay. I'm Blaire, and you're Josh. There's no 13 reasons, but only 1. Not you, but pain.

Pain wasn't in my side. Pain was my enemy. Born to be my enemy. It always attacked me, bringing me down to my feet. Pain, was a cruel hearted devil.

You promised to stay with me. You promised to be with me. You promised to support me. You promised to hold me in your arms.

But what hurt most, was that you promised to be my best friend.