A/N-This is how I think Hannah spent the last few minutes of her life. Enjoy and please review.
The End Of Hannah Baker
"This is it." I thought as I opened the cabinet. I looked at the assortment of bottles. I had already decided an overdose would be the best to do this. I had researched for a while about suicide methods, which ones would be easiest to clean up, how much it would take to overdose your self, suicide symptoms. 'Suicide' I thought. All of a sudden, it seemed almost scary to think it. Almost. I went back to the medicine cabinet and quickly picked up a full bottle of Tylenol. I walked into my room and sat down on my bed. I thought for a while. I thought about my life, the top 10 list, the pictures, the parties, and mostly I thought about Clay. He was the only boy who didn't treat me like a slut. My eyes started to fill with tears at the thought of leaving him. Over the past few months, I had gotten to know him well. He was an amazing friend, my safe harbor. Whenever I had something to say, he'd listen. He understood me. And I had fallen in love with him. The tears spilled over and I was suddenly sobbing. 'Pull yourself together' I thought. 'You've come this far, don't stop now!' I sat up and wiped my eyes. I suddenly remembered the last time I saw him. We had been talking, he had helped me so much…. I decided to try something I had wanted to do for awhile- I was going to kiss Clay Jensen. I led him into a little back bedroom. It looked like a child's room. There was a small bed against the wall, and toys scattered everywhere. I guided him toward the bed and told him to sit down. I sat down beside. I hesitated for a second, although I have no idea why.
Then I pressed my lips to his.
At first it was a simple kiss, then it got deeper I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He had one hand around my waist, his other hand holding my head very gently. It felt amazing, to finally be in his arms…..
But then I started crying. He backed away a little bit to look at me. "Hannah, what's wrong?" he asked. Concern was heavy in his voice. I looked up at him. He looked worried. I slid away from him, to the other end of the bed. "Go" I said, still crying. "Hannah…" his expression was now pained. "I said leave" I said with as much hostility as I could. "Leave me alone" "Hannah let me he-" "I told you leave. Now go" I told him. I didn't want him to leave, but I couldn't be around him anymore. I already had the reputation as being the school slut, and I had never even done anything beyond kissing. I stayed there for a long time, just crying.
I snapped back to the present. I looked down at the pill bottle. I had already delivered the tapes. Everything was in place. I uncapped the bottle and shook a handful of pills into my hand. I let them melt in my mouth with morbid satisfaction. After that, I did the same with two other handfuls. Then I layed down and closed my eyes for the last time.
A/N-It's been about two months since I've read the book, so I know the scene with her and clay isn't exactly there, but oh well. Hope you enjoyed it.