"Hey, it's Hannah, Hannah Baker."

Hannah Baker had killed herself. Seven weeks later, I had gotten a box filled with cassette tapes. I had no idea what they were. They were numbered in blue nail polish, floral wrapping paper adorned the box, and someone had attached a note. 

Lola, 

These are left from a friend, listen to them. In order. Don't let anyone else listen with you. It's hard but you'll know the truth

-T

I finished listening to the tapes in a week. I couldn't stand it. Hannah lied and made herself to be the victim like she had always done during our friendship. I didn't want to go to school. I stayed in bed for a week before my mom's psycho boyfriend beat me out of it, leaving two dark bruises on my back.

I ended up going back to school on Monday. I did not want the pity or sympathy everyone had. It was all fake too. I resorted to hoodies and sweats; I didn't feel like dressing up, it took too much work. I only used concealer for the bruises. I almost quit cheer, too. My relationships had gotten strained, but slowly healing.

But this isn't about what happened just to me, but to the entirety of students who were all brought down by Hannah's lying skills. I mean, who would tell someone their best friend since 3rd grade raped them or their boyfriend was also raping girls while they were dating.

According to me and everyone else with the tapes, Hannah was a bitch, and she was definitely not afraid to drown us with her. Luckily, I knew how to swim.

Welcome to Touch of Broken Things

I hope you enjoy it because this is going to be a bumpy ride.

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