It's been a long time, I know. I stopped writing for a while because I was experiencing writer's block, as well as a lack of time to write, and some personal problems. My updates will probably be sporadic, since I'm still lacking some inspiration, but I do have more time to write. Also, check out the poll on my profile if you're enjoying this story.

WARNING: There is a subject in this chapter that is sexually orientated and can be very triggering to some, and it may make others uncomfortable. Read carefully.

I sit for a few moments before I pop the tape out, just thinking.

I had never known. We had never known, all the problems that Cat had been hiding with a bright smile and a bubbly laugh.

But she was only third on the list. Whoever had gotten these tapes before I did, as well as Tori and Andre, who were listed before Cat, now knew.

And anyone after me on the list would know, if I choose to pass these tapes along.

Part of me doesn't want to, but part of me knows I need to. The people who had hurt Jade need to know how much pain they had caused her, enough to make her take her own life.

But the thought that I had somehow played a part in this, that I had also caused her to take her own life, weighs heavily on me.

I could only continue to listen.

I pop the tape out and flip it to the other side, where the number four is marked. Robbie.

I push it back in and close the panel, pressing play.

There's a soft whirring before Jade's voice can be heard, speaking softly. Her voice no longer seems breathy and weak, but seems to have an amused lilt to it. She must have taken a break before continuing. She wouldn't want anyone to hear her cry.

Oh, Robbie.

I'm sure you're aware that no one thinks very highly of you. Or, they didn't when I was alive. I'm not sure if you'll suddenly become popular after I'm gone. Probably not, but it's good to keep an open mind.

No one except for Cat, although she's a whole different story entirely.

But you were blind to that, weren't you? You couldn't tell how Cat felt about you, even though it was unbearably obvious to everyone else.

It was quite odd, though, because we all knew how much you liked Cat. Vega even told me about those odd Cat standees you had. Who knows where you got them or what you used them for, but I'll never know why you never got the courage to tell Cat how you felt.

Well, maybe you've told her now, although I'm not sure she'd want to be with you now, knowing what you've done.

Perhaps it's just lucky it wasn't her. It would have broken her completely.

She pauses, and my mind is spinning. What had Robbie done? I have to know.

Open up your map and find D-23. This is probably a very familiar place to some of you.

Robbie's house.

I swallow nervously. This can't be good.

Robbie, we were paired together on a music project. I thought it would be pretty easy, you with your guitar, me with my singing. It wouldn't take us long to finish it, and I wanted to get it over with.

So when you suggested I come to your house so we could write the song, I accepted. I thought nothing of it, although I wasn't really looking forward to spending my night at your house. But I thought it couldn't take more than a few hours, I could stop by my boyfriend's place afterwards and spend the night with him. That would be nice.

Me. I still remember that, her calling me and complaining about having to work with Robbie. But I told her everything would be fine, and that when she came over we could spend the night watching her favorite movies, no matter how bloody and graphic. She was delighted.

But she had never come over. She had called me at four in the morning after that, voice shaky, telling me she wouldn't be able to make it.

I've always wondered what happened, but I never asked. Maybe now I would find out.

I arrived at his house at 6 PM on a Friday night. His house was awfully quiet, and he told me his parents were away for the weekend. That was fine, I didn't want to deal with his parents if they were anything like him.

We went to his room, which was surprisingly less geeky than some of you have described it. Maybe it was just for that one night, for that occasion. But there were no geeky posters up, no video game or video game consoles lying about, and no Rex.

Just a plain, boring room.

We actually worked for a few hours, and the song was almost finished at 9 PM. But you started getting other ideas. You just started talking to me, about anything that wasn't the song. I was annoyed, but I thought that eventually, you would get tired of talking about other things, and you would want to finish the song.

I was wrong.

You kept talking and talking and talking. Eventually, I noticed you getting closer to me. Not emotionally, but literally. I saw you slowly moving your chair closer to mine. But I didn't do anything about it. I pretended like I didn't notice.

That was a mistake. You noticed I didn't do anything, so you thought I didn't mind.

But you were wrong.

I press pause, needing a moment to collect my thoughts. I can tell where this is going, and it's making me sick to my stomach. I feel nauseated.

I'm never speaking to Robbie again, I know it.

I take a deep breath and press play.

You got bolder, and you touched me. You laid your hand very lightly on my knee. I glared at you, but I didn't say anything in regards to it. And I guess you thought that meant I was okay with it. You probably thought that was just 'typical Jade behavior'.

I was wearing a skirt, so your hand was on my bare knee.

Your hand moved higher, creeping up my leg, resting on my inner thigh.

I told you 'Watch it, Shapiro'. That was my version of a no. And if I had had my scissors, I would have taken them out at that moment. Maybe that would have saved me. But I didn't have them, on account of an agreement with someone to give up my weapons to try and be less violent.

You know who you are, but it's not your fault, I promise.

I know she's talking about me. I had told her she needed to give up her weapons after an incident at Hollywood Arts in which she had actually stabbed someone with a sharp pair of scissors.

But now, I wish I had never made her give up her weapons. Maybe she would still be here, and I wouldn't have to listen to these painful, sickening messages.

Robbie, I don't know why you did what you did after that. Maybe you were desperate, maybe you were crazy. But I hope you never do that again, and I hope that every night, when you sleep, you think of what you did, how you killed a girl.

She pauses, voice wavering. It's a few minutes before her voice appears again, startling me slightly.

I guess I'll go on. Hey, maybe someone will take this specific tape to the police, and Robbie will end up where he belongs.

If anyone does that, make sure this tape gets through all thirteen people before you take it to the police, because after that, there's no going back.

Now, let's continue, shall we?

I wasn't wearing shorts under my skirt. I didn't think I needed to.

I wore panties under that skirt. Black panties, for all you perverts out there who need a mental picture.

Robbie, your hand crept even higher, underneath my skirt, until your fingers were touching my panties. I told you to stop. If I had had my scissors, I would have gotten them out, and I would have fought you with them. But I didn't have them.

And you didn't stop. So I tried to move. I tried to get up, and you grabbed me, and you stopped me.

I fought back, but maybe it was because I was tired, and some part of me was shocked that you would try that, but you overpowered me.

You shoved me down on your bed, and you ripped my clothes off, and -

I pause the tape, feeling nausea overcome me, feeling bile rise up in my throat. I close my eyes, trying to force it back down.

How dare he do that to her.

I'm not even sure if I want to continue, but I do anyway.

I press play.

- you violated me, Robbie.

Over, and over, and over again, until I was bruised and bleeding and disgusting. For hours on end, you touched me, even when I told you no, when I told you to stop, when I yelled at you to get off me and threatened to kill you.

It wasn't even until almost four in the morning that you got tired, and you fell asleep.

I contemplated killing you, while you laid there asleep, did you know that?

I laid there next to you, feeling my body ache and blood seep out from between my legs, knowing that I could just go to the kitchen, get a knife, and kill you.

But I like to think I'm a better person than that.

So I just got up, put on my ripped, dirty clothes, and struggled to get home.

Before now, I only told one person you had done that, but they didn't care. They didn't believe me.

But now, I hope you and the twelve others on this tape care, and believe me.

I hope you end up where you belong, Robbie, so you can't do that to anyone else.

And I am thankful that you didn't do that to Cat. We all know it would have devastated her.

There is silence. For a while, I believe that the tape has finished, so I sit, fighting the urge to find Robbie and kill him myself. No one, especially not Jade, deserves that.

But then I hear her voice again.

This event also relates to the thirteenth person on the list, so lucky number thirteen, stay tuned.

Number five... who's next?

Oh, yes. The untalented one.

Trina Vega.