There was a time when she was ashamed.
Ashamed to step out of the door.
To be judged by those eyes.
To be looked at, by those who owned the eyes.
She didn’t hate the dresses her mom chose for her, she hated wearing her own skin.
She didn’t hate being called a “slut” or a “whiny bitch”, she hated her own name.
Yet she survived.
She survived the mess her life had become, she got back up everytime she was let down.
She fought her own demons and untangled her tangled strings.
But for how long?
For how long would a heart crave for love?
For how long would a heart crave for someone to see through the window amidst the walls, built by itself?
The story of Hannah Baker, live and in stereo, though a fiction, it’s the darkest and the purest one I’ve ever read/seen. It may not be your usual TV series, but it’s one that would make you re-think your world.
It’s one story that would re-shape your life.
It’s one, that would break you to millions of pieces, but only so that you’ll be prepared.
Prepared– so you know what you’ve to do when you’ve got your 13 reasons to die.
©The Honest Fabler
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