7 reasons Why

goodbye

It hasn't been the same sense Zach died, he was my best friend. I keep thinking that if i hadn't been picked up by my mom and walked Zach home instead, maybe he would still be alive. Z sent the text just 30 minutes after school ended. I called 911 in tears, but they were too late. Zach dean herron was pronounced dead on september 27th of 2019. He had hung himself at an old abandoned asylum 15 minutes away from our school. Z was right, I hadn't noticed that he was cutting. As well as blaming myself for getting a ride home, I blamed myself for not realising he was cutting. Maybe if i had he wouldn't be gone.

As I began my walk to the last periode, I thought of what I would tell my mother. would she even care? Would she do anything? I decided that I would do just as Zach did. Wait until the moment before to send the message. I've thought about it a lot, but now that it's the day everything I thought of was completely wrong.

"Ok class, today we're just going to be catching up on work. I'll be passing out a check list so you can check off what you have done so far." Ms.O'reilly started walking around the class passing out the check list. I had everything done and was thankful for it, I took out my phone discreetly and went to my notes. I was looking at all of the things I could send my mother when Jake, the school bully, yanked it out of my hand and gave it to one of his buddies who I recognized as Corbyn. I looked up horrified, I hadn't had a chance to get out of the notes. I watched as corbyn's eyes slightly widened then

As he pressed the home button.

"What's the dweeb doing on it?" Jake laughed as he stood towering over me.

"N-nothing." Corbyn looked as if he was holding back tears. Corbyn mathew besson, He was mine and Zach's friend but once Zach died we sorta drifted, then he became friends with jake. The bell suddenly rang and Jake threw my phone to the ground and walked away. Corbyn lingered for a few seconds with a questioning look before turning coldly and walking away. I leaned down and picked my phone up, luckily it was alright. I stood up and grabbed my backpack and walked out of the room.

I decided on the perfect place to do it, there was a cliff about 25 minutes away from school. Not many people know about it, it's far enough from school to make it an inconvenient place to hangout. I didn't have enough time to decide what i was going to text my mother in class so i had to know, all the worries i had about corbyn drifted from my mind as i found the perfect text. I copied and pasted it into the text bar and sent it. ( D- daniel M- mother)

D- I couldn't stand being alive. You didn't even notice, it wasn't that hard to notice. I didn't hide it as well as i could've. I walked around with the fresh scars on my wrists and you didn't say anything, maybe you were too drunk to notice. You weren't a mom to me, a mom cares and loves their child, a mom makes sure their kid is ok, a mom doesnt let their kid go through their best friends suicide alone. A mother however is just someone who gives birth to their child, their distant and doesn't have any feelings towards their child. You didn't even care when I stopped eating. Goodbye mother.

After I sent the message it felt like a huge weight had been taken off of my chest. I threw my backpack to the side as I put my headphones in. pressing play to my playlist.i walked to the edge of the cliff. I had to jump before my mom called the cops and they find me. I observe the edge like I have many times before. I close my eyes as my favorite song comes on. I slowly walk towards the edge of the cliff, my heart racing. Another step closer, another verse of the song. I'm about 3 feet from the edge of the cliff, another verse another step, another verse another step, until I'm a foot away from the rocky edge. The last verse of the song comes as I take the last step. The feeling of one of my feet dangling off the edge of the cliff, as the song comes to an end I hear someone yell. I whip my head around and start to stumble backwards when someone grabs my wrist and pulls me back up. It was corbyn. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING" he yells as tears start falling from his eyes. All I can think about is how my mother probably called the cops and how they're probably tracking my phone, and how I have to deal with corbyn.

"Why did you do that?" I ask. He just pulls me farther away from the cliff. Maybe my mother hasn't seen the message and I can delete it before she does. I pull my phone out of my pocket.

"What are you doing now?" corbyn slightly shouts, i just go to the messages

and tap on my mothers contact,

D- I couldn't stand being alive. You didn't even notice, it wasn't that hard to notice. I didn't hide it as well as i could've. I walked around with the fresh scars on my wrists and you didn't say anything, maybe you were too drunk to notice. You weren't a mom to me, a mom cares and loves their child, a mom makes sure their kid is ok, a mom doesnt let their kid go through their best friends suicide alone. A mother however is just someone who gives birth to their child, their distant and doesn't have any feelings towards their child. You didn't even care when I stopped eating. Goodbye mother.

Seen 3:30

M- im working

I throw my phone at corbyn as my knees buckle and I fall to the ground. Corbyn grabs the phone and catches me, he reads the messages while I bawl my eyes out on his shoulder.