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''Wow.''
A sigh falls from her lips. ''Yeah.''
''I just-'' Clay Jensen was on the other end of the line, bewildered. ''How did everything turn to shit so fast?''
Devin Greene sat in her bed, rubbing her face down. ''I can't believe she killed herself. She really did it.''
It was silent on the other line. She can only imagine what he must be going through. Matter of fact, she knew exactly what he was going through, because she was still going through the feeling herself. Even though they never dated, there was something between Clay Jensen and Hannah Baker.
And just like Devin Greene and Jeff Atkins, there would be no futures for them to wonder what if's. They were just left on this Earth to wallow, wishing every day they could see them one more time.
''Clay, I'm so sorry,'' Devin whispers. ''I know how much she means to you.''
It was announced last night that Hannah Baker committed suicide. Exactly on the last day of school. Way to end the school year with a bang.
''I'll be fine.''
She shakes her head. ''No you won't, honey. Okay? And it's okay not to be okay. But someone once told me that you'll find happiness again. Hannah would want you to find happiness.''
She could hear him breath out a weak and feeble smile. ''What would I do without you, Devin Greene?''
There was a knock on the door that interrupted her phone call. She looks at her door to find Matthew standing there with a box in his hand.
''Look what you got,'' He smiles warmly.
Since the night of the accident, Matthew Greene has done everything in his power to make sure her life was less than tolerable. He missed seeing Jeff around the house. He missed the idea of knowing he was alive.
''I'll text you,'' Devin tells Clay.
''Okay, later.''
With that, they end the phone call there. She gets up from her bed and grabs the wrapped up box.
''What is it?'' Matthew asks.
With the package in one hand, she uses her free hand to grasp a hold onto the doorknob. ''None of your business.'' And with that she slams the door in his face.
''Son of a- No,'' He takes a deep breath. He had to remember that it was going to take Devin a while to get back to her old self. He needed to learn how to be patient.
She opens unwraps the package to reveal a Walkman device on top of a shoe box. There was a note taped to the Walkman.
Don't fuck it up
- 207-391-2541
Furrowing her brows, she lifts the lid to the shoe box, revealing a series of tapes. She pulls one out from one end, revealing a decoration over the cover. One side of the cassette tape was the number one painted over it in a shade of blue. It had a faint smell of nail polish to it. The other said had the number two.
She dives into her bed, searching for headphones that was most likely tangled up in her covers. The massive thick set of blankets Jeff Atkins loved so much. She remembered the multiple times he tried to actually leave her house with one of these blankets.
She'd catch him and tell him to put it back. He'd pout at her and tell her, one day.
That was pretty selfish. To never let him have a piece of her, when everywhere she went, there was always a piece of him.
She eventually finds her headphones in her bed and connects it to the Walkman. She takes the note taped to the device and sticks it to her nightstand. She then opens it and slides the tape in for the side that was labeled one.
''Hey, it's Hannah. Hannah Baker. Don't adjust your.. whatever device you're hearing this on. It's me. Live and in stereo. No return engagements, no encore, and this time, absolutely no requests. Get a snack, settle in. Because I'm about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended. And if you're listening to this tape.. you're one of the reasons why.''
''What the fu-''
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