15 Reasons Why | "You Could Save Her?"

Cassette 4: Side B

I wake up back on my bed.. My body didn't hurt. Just ached. Guess I slept for too long. I get off and get the tapes and player. I head down from my room. Mom's not home. It was only Thursday. I groan.

I push Play.

This may be a long tape so I'll try to keep it short and steady. This tape is extending David's tape. Congratulations, you dick. It might give a full on feelings. And it's upcoming player..

It was still early in the morning. And I do recall David's place nearby mine. 16 minute walk I think. It's maybe a block away from me.

David you sick asshole, making up lies and all the things you can make up to blame me. I'm surprised you have friends. Friends of mine. Thanks. Anyways, you were OK at first. What? Did I like you? No. I don't know where people thought that. But I do suppose people are known for spreading things around.
We had the same classes. Nothing I could really do. I don't know why I didn't say anything from the start.
I was stupid back then. So stupid.
Weeks and moths passed since our little "friendship" went to shit.
Tug.
Pull.
Grab.
Yank.
Choke.
Choke? Yeah. Remember? Your ID around my neck. Think it was funny, wasn't it?
You hated me.
Physically and mentally.
Then you wanted to play that role.. weight was heavy..

Heavy?

Pushed me down. Kicked me.
"But Rikkun, where's the good parts?"
Shut up and listen.

She sighs hesitant.

David, you forced yourself on me. Pinned me down. Arms to aside.
Get the vision?
I struggle to get away from under.
Then you thought it'd be funny to snatch my phone.
You got off and waved it around in the air. You wanted to check my whole things. Some personal things.
I punched you right in the stomach.
You shoved me back, "What the fuck I was joking!"
"Lair!"
I yanked your head back, "Don't ever fucking take my phone like that ever!"
"So? Your mom is a hoe anyways."
I wanted to claw you. So badly. Beat your stupid head against the wall and throw you out of the window.
"You won't do shit," you said, "you're just a slut."
"Shut up.."
"And why would I?"
"..shut up."
I snatched my phone from you. The side of my face was so numb. I could've. I didn't. If I did, members will target me. And that wasn't a good thing.
"Just- fuck you, David! Leave me alone!"
I left. Ran onto the streets. I ran to 4th street avenue N. Shaking and raged. Then I saw that green car. Green. Stupid. Boxed car. The driver stared at me. Knowing who I was. Then a white car. Slim long white car. She glared at me. Linda. This is your tape.

4th street..I live around there!

Good ol' Linda Laracuente. You saw. You heard. Yet you didn't say or do. Here's my little game, yes? A riddle to fiddle. Heh.

When the time is right, I will write.
When the time is wrong, you'll be gone.
Change the style, never smile.
Make it real but never settle.
For it's what it does to make it better.
Something not all can master.

Have you figured it out? No? I'm sure you'll have time. You're still alive. You have plenty.
Linda, honestly, you were cool. To be an Uber.
See what I did there?
That's what you are. To him. To them.
Just someone you can call when needed. But when you want something, no one is there. Instead, you let them run out. Let him shout his lungs out.
You believed him.
But all families fight for their blood. Strange, they'll still fight for their blood not to be mixed with the wrong bloods. Hmm, Mary does that sound familiar? Heh, you and Linda are one "amazing" females. One who doesn't want to bother. The other who thinks she is pure gold. Have you fixed your eyebrows? Linda, have you fixed that frow of yours?
Linda, remember that day. The day your grandson decided to take my glasses away? Yes, he took them and wore them around and down the street.
I hoped for a car to run him over. But that didn't happen.
Then he came inside your humble home only to toss them into the trash.