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"Hi, everyone. This is Nagito Komaeda, live and in stereo. Well...not live."
Hajime spit his drink out across the room.
"I'm sure hearing me is such an unpleasent suprise, seeing how much you all hated my fucking guts. Which is, actually, kind of understandable, since I'm now playing mind games with you. Hehe. That was a joke."
Nagito's voice was a prayer Hajime had not heard in two weeks. Raspy, small, nervous. As his voice floated over the headphones shoved over Hajime's ears, he could the albino boy's face, the way his nose scrunched up when he laughed.
"If you're hearing this, it means I'm dead. Actually, I'm recording this in my bathroom, holding a clean razor. Scaaaary business."
Hajime thought he was going to puke.
"So I've very much comitted suicide. And I'm sorry, if that hurt you, but I'm doing it for everyone's sake! Once again, I was bother to all of you."
"Not me...." Hajime whispered to himself.
"Anyway. I'd love to explain some things to you all. You have recieved a box of....tapes! Why tapes? A friend of mine loves tapes. I like the sound quality, the click of putting it in my walkman....those are things I'll miss, once I'm dead."
Hajime stared at the walkman in his lap- and the box of mysterious tapes that had shown up on his doorstep.
"I'm not leaving a suicide note, but I'm going to tell you why. Thirteen reasons why, actually. Thirteen people. And if you recieved this box, you are one of the thirteen people who drove me to suicide."
Hajime covered his mouth, shoulders shaking.
"Fair warning: there is a second copy of these tapes intrusted with a close friend. If these tapes happen to go missing, that friend will know, and release these tapes. Very. Very. Publicly. And everyone will know what you did."
the moan in your ear, his hands ,your hands, his skin, tangled hair, pretty eyes, pretty boy, lost boy ,scared boy ,hurt boy ,dead boy
"After you are finished listening, please send these tapes to the person who's tape is after yours. One send it to Two, Two send it to Three. So on, so forth. Those are the rules. Is everyone ready?"
Hajime sobbed to himself. That damn voice.
"Let's begin with Junior year, when I moved in. Junko Enoshima....welcome to your tape."