I'm listening to someone give up. Someone I knew—someone I liked. I'm listening... but still, I'm too late.
Jay AsherI could picture life—school and everything else—continuing on without me. But I could not picture my funeral. Not at all. Mostly because I couldn’t imagine who would attend or what they would say.
Jay AsherStichwörter: 13-reasons-why-hannah-baker
I take a slow sip of lukewarm coffee, reopen the book, and read the words scribbled in red ink near the top: Everyone needs an olly-olly-oxen-free.
Jay AsherStichwörter: olly-olly-oxen-free
You told me I wrote that poem because I was afraid of dealing with myself. And I used my mom as an excuse, accusing her of not appreciating or accepting me, when I should have been saying those words into a mirror.
Jay AsherStichwörter: dealing-with-myself
Nadie sabe con seguridad el impacto que tiene sobre la vida de los demás. A menudo no tenemos ni idea. Y aún así, hacemos las cosas exactamente igual.
Jay AsherBecause if I hadn't been so afraid of everyone else, I might have told Hannah that someone cared. And Hannah might still be alive.
Jay AsherI'm sorry.
Jay AsherNo!
I scream through the bars. Over the trees."No!"
Do not let her leave.
Do not let her leave that room!
He's not coming.
I can't believe I just heard the last words I'll ever hear from Hannah Baker.
"I'm sorry." Once again, those were the words. And now, anytime someone says I'm sorry, I'm going to think of her.
His door is closed behind me. It's staying closed.
He's letting me go.
I think I've made myself very clear, but no ones stepping forward to stop me.
A lot of you cared, just not enough. And that...that is what i needed to find out.
And I did find out.
And I'm sorry.
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