13 Reasons Why.

13 Reasons Why.

13 Reasons Why 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? How long....? Post Script: 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...
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Remaining lives: None.

Remaining lives: None.

Remaining lives: None. She gasped. I tightened my grip. She pleaded. I tried not to hear her cries. She struggled. I didn't like that she's afraid. She was tired. I knew the climax is near, "You'll be free." She turned rigid. I saw her eyes roll up in her head, the moment had arrived. She was pale. Emotion, pain, heat she could feel none. It was all because of me. Her gateway. I was a hurdle she had to conquer. Why did I do it, you ask? I did it, for her. She was in pain, But I knew what she had to gain. It was freedom. And what better freedom than being in her purest form? As a soul. Never trapped in a body. So, I did it for her. I snapped my cat's neck on a bright afternoon of summer. ©The Honest Fabler ©Image Source- Google Images...
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