hannah baker was different in a subtle but enticing way. she was true to herself and others, the way a real person would be. now, her difference was blunt and forced because she was dead.

no one knew why. everyone pretended like she had a million friends when in reality everybody was a fucking asshole to her. a shrine on her locker, a hashtag that stated never forget- nobody knew shit.

that was until the tapes began getting passed around a small group. every one of them was about a certain person- each one worse than the last.

every secret on hannah's side that we thought were gone forever, appeared not even a week after her death. it's like she's still here but she's fucking not. we thought this all ended with her but it was not as simple as that.

everyone who got the tapes thought there were only thirteen reasons why she committed suicide and i planned on keeping it that way. 

some mysteries are better left unsolved.