Hannah Baker is not dead - 13 reason why

Part 2

The ceiling hung over him.

It seemed almost as big as the whole universe; Downstairs he argued animously about Alex's affair: Clay's mother would have been involved in the matter for a while, as the Hannah Baker's interrogation also included Standall.

And if Hannah expected all that? And if he had prepared other cassettes in the event?

The boy left that thought for at least the moment.

He needed to hear his voice.

I turned on my computer.

He had downloaded Hannah's audio from Tony's key, for he absolutely must have heard his voice.

He heard that of the cassette 12. He could not stop listening.

He ignored two Sheri calls and meditated on skiping the meal.

Then came that message.

It was Courtney.

-We see Zach's home in an hour. There will be others, you have to be strong.

He stood for a minute to lock the phone.

He did not intend to see anyone at that moment, but what he was doing did not matter now as now.

She put on pajamas and went downstairs: her were standing in front of the couch.

- I'm not very hungry at night. Please excuse me, but I'm going to rest; Tomorrow at school storms ask us questions and I want to be pretty shiny.

His yes looked.

- Do not worry. Golden dreams love me, "said her mother, giving him a kiss.

"Tonight," she said, pointing at her father.

"Son"? Ever since his father called him that way? Had any problems?

He returned to his room and locked the key door. He swept and put on a suit; It was not a suit, but it was quite comfortable to look like.

He raised the window and went out.

He pedaled faster than ever, turning twice to the right and then to the left ... continued to ride without turning back; I passed by Tony's house and for a moment tried to get him to come with him.

Perhaps because he was his guardian angel after all.

But something told him to continue pedaling, rather to go even faster and so did.

"Be careful not to hurt you, Helmet."

He stopped suddenly.

Again she: she touched her head and checked for her protection, then she left.

Another 500 meters and he found himself in front of Zach's house.

I sent them a message; He did not remember saving his number, but surely it had to be over with Jeff in some group with him.

The door of the house opened and a Zach appeared, who seemed to have five years more.

"Come on," she said with a tone she did not know exactly about coldness, almost more than anxiety.

Clay followed him slowly: he had realized that the boy's parents were sleeping.

They went down into the basement accompanied by the screeching of the stairs.

"They're all there," Zach said.

Clay stepped forward.

Around the rectangular table there were "the others".