13 reasons why ; what if Hannah never died.

Chapter 1

TONY's POV
"hey, it's hannah. Hannah Baker.
That's right. Don't adjust your --
whatever device you're hearing this on, it's me. Live and in stereo. No return engagements. No encores. And this time, absolutely no requests. Get a snack, settle in, because I'm about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended, and if your listening to this tape. Your one of the reasons why"

"What the fuck?" I breath heavily, I scrambled around this neatly prepared box of tapes looking for a note or something saying 'hey it's a joke' or 'haha, gotcha'. After rummaging for what felt like forever I realised there was no note. I frantically run out of my house and jump in my car. As I've speeding down the road I've noticed I've skipped two stop signs. I finally arrive at Hannah's house and nobody's home, as I'm speeding to the door I mentally prepare myself for what I'm about to see, am I about to see my best friend dead on the floor?. The doors locked "fuck" I scream. I push the entirety of my weight on the door and ram myself into the door. It doesn't budge. I decided if I run into the door it'll be easier to break. As soon as I hit myself into the door I can feel the bone in my shoulder crunch, I let out a scream. And the door busts open. "HANNAH?" I yelped as I search in every room. First the kitchen, then her bedroom. As I run upstairs I notice blood on the bathroom floor. "HANNAH" I screech louder. I see her clothed body covered in bloody waters. Oh my god. "Hannah wake up!" I cried. Hannah slowly started to open her eyes, I noticed how cut her wrists were "oh Hannah" I cry even more. She starts to slip back into unconsciousness. I panic, I pull her out of the bath, and carry her to her bed. I lie her on her bed while I ring the ambulance, I can feel my entire body pulsating. "H-hello, I need help.. I have.. my friend.. she attempted to commit suicide and she's slipping in and out of consciousness" I ramble, I hear faint echos and questions but all I can see is Hannah's body. "U-um she cut her wrists open, please hurry.. her address? 1762 Carter Street" I hang up and rush back to Hannah's side, "Hannah please, your my best friend.. please don't die on me" I sob into her grey shirt. I hear a faint shout downstairs "UP HERE!" I scream. They run up the stairs in their uniform and rush straight to Hannah. "Did you find her like this lad?" The Irish worker asks. "Y-yeah, I thought she might be in trouble and I found her in the bath" I say motionless. "Alright son, go sit downstairs, she's still got a pulse. It's small. But it's there" I nod my head and sit down on her sofa. I put my head in my hands and sob, is there something I could've done? Anything? What could've made her feel this way? I feel so broken. The men start to carry Hannah down and place her in the ambulance, she looks so peaceful. Someone who has been through so much trauma, looks so damn peaceful. "Do you want to come in the ambulance?" The voice echos in my head "yes" I murmured.
Stepping into the ambulance, I have never been more physically broken.