I know you're all thinking that the rumours about me really were true, especially since "the incident." But if you believe that, you don't know what led to it.
A group of guys passed me in the hall. A few whistled and one grabbed my hips as I walked past. I don't even know who. But the who doesn't matter.
I looked back and they were all laughing about it as they went outside. So, I decided to give them what they wanted.
It had been especially cold that morning, and I had on even more layers than usual. With each step, another came off. Others were stopping to stare, but they just laughed and whispered and gawked.
When I finally made it to the group, they were frozen in shock. Here was a girl they all thought they had a right to talk about and laugh at and touch, coming toward them in nothing but her bra and pants.
What's wrong?
Why aren't you reaching out to touch?
No whistle for me?
Isn't this all I am to you? A body, not a person?
Because I was Hannah Baker.
The slut.
Ask anyone.
They weren't laughing at me anymore.
A/N- I wanted to give Hannah a chance to fight back, and this seemed like a good way for her to do it.