15 Reasons Why | "You Could Save Her?"

Cassette 9: Side B

That wasn't enough, wasn't it Clay? Treat me like...not even a close friend anymore. Relationship? Probably ending..didn't it?

The man had left me alone to "think". Instead I listened to the tapes again Our relationship never ended then, I didn't say those words. She hadn't either.

If I wrote songs, would you all listen to it?
If I wrote a story, would you all read it to the end?
What if I called, would you answer?
I would.
You won't.
I would!
You'd care about yourself than others.

Hm-Ha ha!

She laughed out, even giggled.

Geez, I sound alot like Regina. Don't I? My OC, of course. She played such a great role, romance and friends. Me? I live in hell. She had family. I had shit. She played the wolf. I played the cat.
So why do people think we're alike?

We look nothing alike!

I kinda liked Regina. She reminds me of Rikkun. She was chilled and mysterious. Playful too. Just like Rikkun.

Matt, honey, did you even care?

Matt?..
Who?

Matt, no need to pounce in, I know- everyone knows- you have a girl. Unless you were jumping your dick off to the next.

You tried to seduce your girlfriend's best friend..
Seduce every girl..

You are a M.A.P!

Not tiredly disgusting, but still creeped me out- no offense. You're a really nice guy, but your swings- there awful..

Ever since I joined the community, I was able to make some friends. A little of them. Matt, we bumped into each other. "Oh, sorry," You said. Holding my balance for me. "Thanks, I wasn't paying attention. My fault."
You looked me in the eyes. Those blue eyes. I remember seeing a little bit of green around your pupils. "You're the smallest person I've seen.." you said in aw. "Thanks?" I didn't know if I should be embarrassed or ticked. You finally let go. "What's your name, little girl?"
"Rikkun. Yours?"
"Matt. Smith."
A whole new name for me. Too new. You took a glance at me. I should've walked away, but that'd be "rude". At that moment I didn't know how to sense if a person was bad or good. I felt so stupid, too. "Well, nice to meet you. I think I should head off now," I said with a smile. "Wait a second, haven't I met you before?"
At that moment I forgot everything. How to think. Even how to keep my balance. "No?"
"I remember you. We met online. The same hashtag." He smiles.

Short story! We did meet online. Through a website actually. You talk to random anonymous people. Fandoms. Games. Advice. Or for more friends. Or if you felt lonely you can have a random chat. Obviously I wanted to make a friend and chat myself to sleep. That week, with no one to talk to, it kinda made me feel sad. And, yes, I can hear everyone saying "well what about Clay?"
What about him?
He has his own little life. Whatever it is. And I can't push myself over whatever line they placed. That line- tearing my skin and soul into halves. I felt it a few times. I promised myself I wouldn't do a stupid thing females do.
Anyways, Matt had texted me on how "naughty" I was for being on such website.  I told him I just wanted to make new friends and joke around, to brighten the dimmed light in myself.

At that small meet up, there was this strange person. I think the police had gotten him after his little "breakout". People had ran away. Some kept down. I remember freezing in place. Scared. Matt picked me up and quickly carried me out of range.

When I saw the guy's gun, I remember how vivid the sound and the bullets hit through the skin of a friendly night guard. He was only equipped with peppermint spray that night. And how someone, from out the shadows, takes several shots at him. I remember the big hole through his hand. How his arms wailed as he was paralyzed by the shots. Suddenly collapsed onto his knees, and body let out on the cold ground. The police never caught that man. And the veteran, the night guard, he never went back to his two sons from other mothers. He'd tell me stories of his military friends and how he grew up. I remember hiding behind a corner outside, witnessing that. I cried. Filled with anger too. The man started to run away as the sirens went off. I took rocks and ran after. Sharpening them with one another. And since this happened in my hometown, I knew every road by buildings. Pictures. I threw the rocks at him.
Angered, he aimed at me.
My legs locked in place as I heard the click. The police came, and he ran off. I knew my life could've been over. But I wanted him to know that there are people who feel. Younger people. The police were mad for my doings, but since I was alone, they let me off.

Matt held me, since I was shaking. The fear of being aimed at. It triggered my panic attack. Matt tells me to take breathes and to count to my highest number. I counted to 100. He told me everything would be okay.

But the fear.. I wanted to pass out..