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Then, a click in the headphones. A slow breath of air.
I open my eyes to the bright moonlight.
And Hannah, with warmth.
Thank you.

A lot of you cared, just not enough. And that . . . that is what I needed to find out.
But I didn’t know what you were going through, Hannah.
And I did find out.
The footsteps continue. Faster.
And I’m sorry.
The recorder clicks off.

“—One, you can confront him. We can call him in here to discuss what happened at this party. I can call you both out of . . .
You said there were two options.
—Or two, and I’m not trying to be blunt here, Hannah, but you can move on.
You mean, do nothing?”

I’m giving life one more chance. And this time, I’m getting help. I’m asking for help because I cannot do this alone. I’ve tried that.”

She said the thing omg I didn’t even know it was from this book

But sometimes I took things further and wondered how I would do it. I would tuck myself into bed and wonder if there was anything in the house I could use.
A gun? No. We never owned one. And I wouldn’t know where to get one.”

Neil Perry☹️

“It? Okay, I’ll say it. I thought about suicide”

When she’s reached to a point she’s saying the word she couldn’t say before :(

To be totally honest, there was never a point where I said to myself, Clay Jensen . . . he’s the one.

But that person’s already received the tapes. So Clay, just skip him when you pass them on. In a roundabout way, he caused a new name to be added to this list. And that’s who should receive the tapes from you.
And yes, Clay—I’m sorry, too.

It was wonderful. I couldn’t believe Hannah and I were finally talking. Really talking. And I did not want it to stop.
I loved talking with you, Hannah

“And I agreed, with probably the dumbest smile plastered on my face.”
No. The most beautiful.”

God he was so in love with her

“Which explains my overreaction, Clay. And that’s why you’ll get these tapes. To explain. To say I’m sorry”

“Why do I have to hear this?” I ask. “Why didn’t she just skip me if I don’t belong?”
“I would’ve been happier never hearing this,” I say.
Tony shakes his head. “No. It would drive you crazy not knowing what happened to her.”
“Besides,” he says, “I think she wanted you to know.”
Maybe, I think. But why? “Where are we going?”
He doesn’t answer.
”

“You don’t belong in the same way as the others. It’s like that song: One of these things is not like the others. One of these things just doesn’t belong.
And that’s you, Clay. But you need to be here if I’m going to tell my story. To tell it more completely.
”

And I hope you’re not disappointed. I hope you aren’t just listening—salivating—for gossip. I hope these tapes mean more to you than that.
Clay, honey, your name does not belong on this list.”

PLOT TWIST

“Clay, I’m not joking. Listen to the tape.”
“Then answer my question.”
“Because it’s about you, Clay.” He lets go of his keys. “The next tape is about you.”

Oh shii
Why does Tony have the tapes tho🤨

“Some even wrote parodies of my poem, reading them to me in the hopes of getting under my skin.
I saw that. I watched two girls in Mr. Porter’s class recite a version before the bell rang.
It was all so stupid and childish . . . and cruel.”

“And the boy?” I asked. “What does he represent?”
It’s me. Oh God. It’s me. I know that now.”

I don’t think so