Deleted moments from Thirteen Reasons Why

When Hannah recorded her tapes, where was she? In her bedroom? Did

her parents ever ask what she was doing? Did she say it was a school project?

Or did she record in the garage so no one could hear . . . so no one could

help?

***

Mom wasn't looking at me or the tape player or the six cassettes I was

gathering into a pile. She was looking around the workbench for something

else, reaching over me to push things around. And for the first time, I could

picture her in high school. I could picture her my age. Hannah Baker's age.

Why? I've seen her high school yearbooks many times. But the pictures in

those yearbooks never grew up to be my mom. That girl and my mom had

never been the same.

But they were. And for the very first time, I saw that.

Hannah Baker and my mom could have been friends. From the stories my

mom told, she and Hannah could have been best friends.

***

I stare, hypnotized, at the spindles. By watching them turn, I watch Hannah

speak. But they turn so slow compared to the sound of her voice.

I'd like them to slow even more. To push back the inevitable. To push back

what Hannah does when the tapes are over.

But the inevitable, it's already happened.