This is my first story ever. I am an aspiring author and so far, imagination's blocked, anyways, I hope you like it. Please Read and Review, I don't care if your Reviews are harsh, I need it to learn how to write stories better. Thank you very much. :)
This is what happens next, the part the book didn't include, Thirteen Reasons Why is a story written by Jay Asher which I adore so I decided to write what I think happened next in Clay point of view. How he saw the world afterward.
Skye turned around and looked at me with surprise. A small smile crawled onto her lips and I remembered our vague conversation on the bus the night before.
"What's good boy Clay doing out of class?" she smirked. There was sadness hidden behind the guarded eyes, behind the fooling face, I'd never have noticed it if it wasn't for Hannah.
Hannah. Saying the name brought a lump in my throat.
"Do you want to talk?" The words came out from my mouth before I could think.
The smile in her face was wiped away. She didn't expect me to say that.
"Are you alright? You look a bit weird?" she asked me. Her eyes were scrutinizing my every expression.
I sighed and turned to leave, Skye was tough, and it was going to be hard to get to her, "If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here Skye."
I turned for my first class hoping Skye will consider it, hoping Skye will realize that there are people who care.
"Cla—," I turned back around; Skye was looking at me as if she understand what I'm talking about. She rolled her eyes and turned around, out of the school building.
I had no choice but follow her out.
I walked slowly, rehearsing what I was going to say.
"Skye, you can tell me what's wrong—," Skye would push me away before the words came out of my mouth.
"Skye, last night, I listened to someone I love tell me I was the reason they died," but I couldn't bring Hannah in this. Yes, she was the reason I was following Skye out of the school, but thinking of her hurts.
"What do you want Clay?" Skye asked angrily. I looked up from my sneakers and found her staring at me furiously with a hint of curiosity.
"Well, honestly?" I had no idea what I was going to say, "I know what you're feeling."
Her eyes widened and I noticed how beautiful it looked. A side in me imagined the light disappearing from that pair— Stop Clay, nothing's going to happen to her, not if you will be there for her.
"What do you mean?" her voice was softer but still guarded.
What was I going to say? I asked desperately in my head, hoping someone will answer me.
"I know how it feels to be separated from everyone else." A small voice came out from my mouth. These words didn't come from me. It came from the part in me that was deeply in love with Hannah, the part that was entwined with her life.
Skye blinked, she sighed and shook her head, "How would you? Your life is perfect Clay. Your mom loves you very much," her voice broke as she choked back tears, "you don't know how it feels."
I glanced for a second on the watch strapped to my wrist. "Second lesson's about to start. Can we meet after school?"
Skye clicked her tongue, "Sure, whatever." She turned around and walked away as the bell rang.
I turned for my next class; I knew I would think of nothing except Skye, Hannah and the tapes.
I passed by Jenny and thought of the tapes still hiding underneath my bed. How would she react when she hears the tape? I wonder what the rest thinks of her, after what she did.
Bryce Archer was leaning to his locker, his mouth locked onto a girl's. I wonder if she knows what he did.
Hannah never mentioned it in the tape — but I know, and I bet so does the others — that Bryce was the one who raped Jessica that night at the party.
I felt sick watching him touch this new girl; does she know how he really is?
Passing by all these people made me realize how much they've changed in my eyes. Jessica passed by and I felt a surge of hatred and pity. I felt mostly pity because of what happened to her and what she must feel like.
She passed by Bryce and his new girl without a second glance, maybe she doesn't know. Her eyes were bloodshot with big shadows underneath, her skin was paler and she was thinner, her cheeks swallow and the gleam in her eyes gone.
I felt sorry for her and almost forgot that she was one of the reasons.
Justin was behind her, he was looking at the ground, probably feeling ashamed for what he had let happen. His eyes raked at Bryce's back and then Jessica.
I slipped into my classroom and hoped that day would pass by more swiftly.
A life has been wasted for a series of stupid mistakes.
This is my chance to save a life. I lost it with Hannah; I'm not taking another chance with Skye.