A/N: I am not sure how long this story is going to be, but it is going to be my first Veronica story--i have written alot of oneshots only few have been posted. This is going to be rated T, why because this story is a Cassidy-centric in Mac's point of view persay. This is going to be based off the book 'TH1RTEEN R3ASONS WHY' -by Jay Asher. This is based on the book, not following it to a tee. You don't need to have read the book to understand this story though. But I highly recommend reading that book. Read and Review please.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to TH1RTEEN R3ASONS WHY or Veronica Mars.

Summary: A pack of tapes arrive for Mac only a few weeks after Cassidy jumped, when she presses play to the first tape; it's Cassidy who she hears. He tells her his story of the 13 people who had a part in his death.

He listened to his voice as it crackled over the old stereo speakers. He has his ear pressed against it, listening to his voice whisper into his own ear. He had to check, to make sure his final hoorah was perfect. Each tape was perfectly rewound to the very beginning. Each star on every map was in the right spot. He sat on his floor, by his closet holding six tapes in his hands. The duplicate set already packed away, ready to be sent in a few days. Tape seven for the orginal set was in his stereo, rewinding slowly. Thirteen sides, as if that was some sort of Irony.

Graduation was in nine days, the two sets will be sent out in three, along with his maps, and his story. Graduation was perfect, Veronica was already getting to close; and he was sure she'd figure out by then. Maybe he could enjoy the after party, and pretend he was graduating.

He pulled the last tape out of his stero, and kissed it. Like anyone would know, but he would. He placed the seven tapes in a shoebox and grabbed a brown paper grocery bag and shoved the shoebox inside. He grabbed duct tape from his desk drawer and sealed the box inside the bag. He scrawled a name on the top of the bag and put a 1 in the top corner and shoved it under his bed.

The one thing he regreted was not being able to see everyone's faces as the listened to these. But he knew he had a pair of eyes to do it for him.


I walked briskly toward the Neptune Post Office, eyes still red and puffy. The box felt somewhat weightless, but then it would feel like it weighed a ton. My palms were sweating, and I know I was about to bite a hole straight through my lip. The California heat seemed to be at it's peak today. I didn't know if it was some kind of an omen, and right now I didn't care. I just wanted to get these bloody tapes out of my possesion. I still don't understand why he put me on them. He said himself, I shouldn't have been. Maybe he just added me to the tapes to get inside his head, for forgiveness perhaps?

I shook my head and sighed. I needed to stop. I heard his story, now I was going to move on. Forget and move on. I felt like someone was watching me but when I turned around no one was there. I was surpised at how busy the Neptune Post Office was, nobody sent letters anymore; not with computers and cell phones. I hadn't been here since eighth grade. I jumped as the bells above the door chimed as another person walked in. I took a deep breathe and walked up to the counter.

I didn't greet the woman at the counter and just set the package on the table; greatful to get it out of my hands.

The woman took the box and looked at it before looking back at me.

"No Return address?"

I shook my head.

"They will know who it's from."

The woman nodded and put the box in a bin and I walked as fast as I could out the post office.