A/N: Hey everyone, I'm Softballgirl05. I wrote this about 6 months ago, just after I read this book. I had it in the back of my notebook for a while and decided to type it up and share it with you guys. I think I like the way this one turned out so please leave a review to let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: I don't own the book "13 Reasons Why", those rights belong to Jay Asher.
Haunted: A 13 Reasons Why Fanfiction
She was always there. She haunted every thought in my head. Whether I was awake or asleep, she seemed to be able to find her way back into my mind. Even if I wanted to, I would not be allowed to forget Hannah Baker.
Whenever I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep at night, she was waiting for me. The old Hannah was waiting. The Hannah who laughed freely and whose face was constantly lit up with her amazing hundred-watt smile. The Hannah who still loved life.
This Hannah would talk to me. I would tell her about my dreams, what I wanted to do after high school. We would talk effortlessly for what seemed like an infinite number of years.
But when she reached out to touch me, I couldn't touch her back.
And slowly, that girl would fade away and my beautiful dream would become an ugly, dark, nightmare. The new Hannah didn't reach out to touch me. She didn't laugh, she didn't smile. This was the Hannah that was weighed down by the pain of alienation and loneliness. This was the Hannah who sought to take her own life because it was the only way she would be able to escape the agony this place had put her through.
And every night, this horrible dream ended the same way. She would look at me with those eyes, now cold and dark, and utter only three words: "It's your fault."
And I would look back and she would put the pills in her mouth and the word "stop" would die as a whisper on my lips.
And she was gone.
I would wake up drenched in a cold sweat, grateful to escape that horrible dream world.
But being awake came with a new type of terror.
I would hear her voice in my head. Sometimes it was her worlds from the tapes, echoing in my mind. I couldn't look at any of the others anymore. They knew. And every time I saw their faces, Hannah's cold words invaded my brain.
Other times, her voice inside my head would chime in with an opinion on something or a comment here and there. She would whisper in my ear and tell me a joke but my laugh was the only one that rang out.
I started seeing her.
For one fleeting second, a girl in the hallway would have her face. But then I would look back again, do a double take, and it wouldn't be her.
Of course it wouldn't be her. Because no matter how many times I think I see her or hear her, I have to pinch myself. I need to bring myself back to reality. Because Hannah Baker is not here at my school. Hannah Baker is now buried six feet under because she killed herself.
But it doesn't matter how many times I tell myself that, because she still creeps back into my mind. Hannah Baker will not be forgotten. And she wouldn't have it any other way.
She will forever linger in my memories. She will always be in the back of my mind. I can't erase her. I can't go back and change it.
And now, I'm haunted.