13 Reasons Why FanFiction

Introduction

Pain, agonizing pain. Every step I took required me to focus on my breathing. We couldn't pay for therapy or anything. We didn't have the money, let alone the family to actually care for me. 'Suck it up' 'Don't be a pussy' 'All you every do is whine' This was what I was told, by Seth. By my moms stupid fucking boyfriend. So I did what he told me to do. 'I sucked it up'

Every breath that I inhaled, slowly tore at my stitches. The stitches on my chest, the stitches on my face, the stitches in my arms and legs. Ripping from my skin in every swift movement. My chest hurting and heaving when I took a deep breath. My arms, legs, and neck sore from the impact that night after Jessica's party. Truth be told, I lost something that night. I think it was my happiness, because all I feel now is this aching in my heart. This feeling of sorrow ness as if everything was gone. And that feeling, that terrible feeling. It just doesn't go away.

"The fuck is that Justin?" He grabbed my arm and helped me pull myself up to the front door. I clasped my hand around the wooden door using it to seek balance, to weak to stand up on my own. He edged his body, making way towards the mysterious object.

Peeking out of the doorway, just the slightest so I could see the actions of Justin, my twin brother. I held the door open with my elbows leaning on the knob for support, mustering as much strength as my body had at the moment.  He stood on the concrete steps a few feet away from the door. His eyes eyeing at the foreign brown box that stood in front of him. He shrugged his shoulders, and grabbed the box, contemplating what might rest inside.

The crisp air blew on my face, making me shiver, the air rushing inside the decently warm 'house.' If you can even call it that. It's more like the place we live in until one of mom's boyfriend does something really fucking stupid and we leave.

"The fuck would I know." He said mildly confused not leaving his eyes off the box. He flipped it in all directions, to see whether there was something more to the box. "It's for me." He said a little hesitant but excited for what might reveal its self in the box.

Damn it's cold.

I groaned, my body aching for a good night of sleep and rest. I edged myself inside the 'house', and waited for him to walk inside so we both don't get hypothermia and die. A summer night, this cold, man even Mother Nature gets mood swings.

I stared at him in disbelief and awe, still not believing his claim that the box was for him. He, knowing my facial expressions and knowing I didn't believe him, faced the box towards my direction. I took a big step forward, revealing myself to the cold to end his false claims. Struggling to keep my balance, he grabs onto my hand, gently, afraid to make me feel more pain. To my surprise it spelt out, ONLY for Justin Foley. With the word ONLY emphasized.

"What the fuck?" I snatched the box from Justin's grasp, making my body shriek in pain through out. I closed my eyes, and stopped my breathing, waiting for it to go away. I opened my eyes, fixated at the letters as I traced the writing with my index finger. They were written in black Sharpie, making me marvel at the fact who would have sent this.

My facial expression changed, and turned back to disbelief and annoyance as different scenarios rushed through my head.

What if this was a prank?

If it was a prank or something I'm gonna be really pissed off and call bullshit. But right now, that's not the problem. This box is. Because little did I know, this box had something greater than a bullshit prank. This box made me lose trust in the person I cared about the most. This box had the truth. And to be fair, I wasn't ready for it. No one was. It had tapes. Hannah's tapes. And Justin was Tape 1 Side A. But I didn't know that yet and neither did he.