Bright lights, cleanwalls and bleeping in the distance, or am I just seeing white? Isthat just my ears adjusting to the silent world of the dead. Iwiggled my left pinky finger, I can still... feel. How is thispossible? Maybe the afterlife is just really realistic, like youdon't even know the difference.
"Hannah!" a voice almostscreamed, accompanied by the pincer like hold on my hand I moved.Slowly moving my neck up, the sounds of waves triggered in my mind.There she was, mascara washed down her cheeks, her hair tied back todisguise how dirty it really was, and tears cupping her eyelids.Mom..
She noticed I wastrying to move, and quickly pounced to move the pillow underneath myhead and held my arm as I pushed myself up. She was so gentle,touching my skin as if it was bubble-wrap, just a slip and I'llburst. She placed the pillow in the lower grove of my back, keepingme up, fragile. It was then I glanced down to my arm, suddenlystinging, I wanted to scream, the cuts are so fresh. I feel so weak,I can't bare to move a muscle, it hurts to blink. I could feelsomething in my skin now, a needle, a tube of deep crimson bleedinginto my arm, literally, blood. I looked at it for a moment, unsurehow to feel, I went with the intention I wouldn't have to live if Idid this, I'd be dead. Mom is still staring at me, I don't know if Ishould say anything, kill meorI should be deadseem disturbingly appropriate. I cracked my lips open, dehydrated andshaking,
"Hannah..." Mom interrupted, she cupped my left handbetween hers, stroking my fingers with her thumb. I've never seen hersmile like this before, it almost eerie, ghostly.
"Please don'tsay anything, you need to get your strength back. Rest honey," shefinished, then leant forward, placing a kiss on my forehead. Sheswiftly stood, turned and walked through the door and rushed down thecorridor, crying.
Ilied my head back against the wall, letting my thoughts grow heavy inmy head, flicking side to side. What am I going to do? Maybe I couldtry again... But no that wouldn't work, Mom and Dad will have eyes onme like hawks, I won't be able to leave their sights for months. Forgood reason. Tears gathered upon my lashes, not even the energy towipe them away, no reason to move, no reason to feel. I don't care,I'll figure it out, eventually, I guess I have the rest of my life toend it if needs be.
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13 Reasons to Stay
FanfictionHey, its Hannah... and this is the story of my life, well, how I couldn't even end it... When Hannah Baker attempts to take her own life, she survives. Her tapes have still been recorded and in the hands of someone else and worst of all, eyes are al...
