The Tapes. || l.s (boyxboy)

Tape one.

|chapter one: tape one|

I stopped the tape slowly getting to my feet. Opening my window I took a deep breath of fresh air. I'd been crushing on Louis Tomlinson from the first day he walked into school. That is, until he swallowed a bottle of pills and waved goodbye to the messed up world we live in. Wrong, I still like him. I don't know what's on these tapes and I don't think I want to know. Then again, I kinda do. Okay, only one tape. I checked the time; 11 o'clock on a Sunday morning. I've got time. Pressing play I focused on the sound spilling from the headphones and not on my questioning mind.

Okay, so here's the deal. Each one of these tapes belongs to one person and each of you that has received these tapes has a part to play in my death. I don't want to say the other word- it's such an ugly word.

Wait, what? How do I have a part in this?

These are the rules: one, listen to the tapes. Two, pass them on to the next person. Not too hard, is it? There are thirteen tapes and if you're the lucky number thirteen, feel free to drag them all the way to hell with you. If you fail to pass these on, don't worry I'm prepared. I've arranged for a second set of these tapes to be released if these don't get passed on. You wouldn't want the world to know about all of you, would you? Of course not.

I'm starting to regret this.

Are you ready?

No.

Well then, let's get started.