A/N: I own nothing. Stephanie Meyer onws Twilight and all its characters and Jay Asher owns the plot line from Thirteen Reasons Why.

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Edward's P.O.V (Ed pov)

Prologue

I had just come home from hunting when I saw a package on the front porch. I didn't think anything of it as I brought it inside. I didn't even look to see who was to receive it. It didn't matter; nothing had mattered since I left her, the love of my life, Bella.

"Here," I said, all but throwing the box at my brother Jasper as he walked past.

He stopped for a minute and shook his head. "Dude, you must really be out of it. This is addressed to you," he said, handing it back to me.

This intrigued me ever so slightly. Who was sending me a package?

I sat down on the couch and sniffed it. It smelled familiar, but no names came to mind. So I opened it.

Inside were plastic cases containing tapes, the old kind of cassette tapes that hadn't been around for a while. There thirteen of them.

I turned one around in my hand. It had a number four painted in blue nail polish in the upper right hand corner.

"Carlisle," I said softly, "Do we have anything to play tapes on?" I asked, again softly.

Less than a second later, Carlisle stood in front of me holding a tape deck. "It's old, but it still works," he said, handing it to me.

As I looked up to take it from him, I finally realized everyone was in the living room with us. Rose was sitting on the couch in front of me, Emmett on the floor between her legs leaning up against the couch. Alice was sitting in the chair, Jasper perched on the arm of it, and Esme stood just behind Carlisle with her hand on his shoulder.

"Finally, I never thought he'd come out of his room." Esme

"Finally. What are those?" Rose

"So….many…..emotions……." Jasper (wincing in pain)

"Woo-hoo entertainment! Pop em' in little bro!" Emmett

"I wonder who sent those…….Hmmmm…….." Carlisle

The sky is blue. The floor is blue. Rose's shirt is blue…." Alice

I was aware that Alice was blocking me, but I didn't really care. I was too curious about the tapes in front of me. I took the player and opened it, I place the tape marked with a one in the machine, closed the deck and pressed play.

There was a few pops and crackles; a low hum on the tape. And then, a voice.

"Hello there, Isabella Swan here, live and in stereo. No requests, no repeats and most importantly, no take backs. These tapes tell the story of my life, or more importantly, why I ended it."

"What!?" I thought frantically, but continued listening.

"If you are listening to these tapes, the congratulations. You're one of the reasons I……. no I can't say it yet. (she pauses) I'm not going to tell you which one of these tapes brings you into this lovely little story, because I'm hoping you'll listen to them all. I'm hoping you'll understand why I did this. I'm hoping you'll learn. And I'm hoping you won't sleep tonight.

Here's how this is supposed to work. Listen to all the tapes, then pass them on to the person on the tape after yours. Simple, right? I hope so, because if these tapes don't get passed all the way through all thirteen people, there is a second set of tapes, and they'll be released to the public. Any and everyone will listen to them. So, if you don't want everyone to hear your secrets, and trust me you don't, then you'll pass the tapes on. Right? Good.

Well luck number one, here we go. And if you're lucky number thirteen you can take these tapes straight to hell with you. Depending on your religion, I might see you there."