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Chapter 1 : Helmet Help me

Hi It's Me Hannah Um Hannah Baker and this the story of how Clay Jensen My Helmet saved me from taking my life and changed it forever.

I ,Hannah Baker had gone seventeen years not knowing that a human being could feel this kind of pain. I, Hannah Baker had gone seventeen years without understanding how truly empty an individual could actually feel.

I ,Hannah Baker had gone a good, solid seventeen years without being raped.

I, Hannah Baker felt pain. I, Hannah Baker felt empty.

I, Hannah Baker had been raped by Bryce Walker.

I wandered the streets aimlessly, holding my shoes in my hand- embracing the walk of shame. my clothes were snug against my body, which had still been wet from the hot tub when I put them on. Droplets of water fell from my damp hair to my shoulders, but I couldn't feel them. I couldn't really feel anything anymore. I walked slowly, without reason, without direction. Was I going home? Could I ? What if My parents were up? Would I be able to tell them? No, I couldn't. I kept walking, letting fate lead me wherever it wanted to take me .I ended up stopping outside of Helmet's house.

Clay.

That name held more comfort for me than a name should, and as I stood in his driveway after midnight, I decided I could talk to he would have me .I only knew where he lived due to walks after school, I had never actually seen the inside of his home. I didn't know which window was his, so I made an educated guess based on a Star Wars poster than hung against a baby blue is how I Hannah Baker found myself shimmying up a tree, after midnight. I didn't feel the bark of the tree

scraping into my bare feet, which made the climb easier. For a brief moment, I was thankful to feel so numb. I reached the window, peering into the room to see Clay, her helmet boy, turned on his side. He had his headphones on and his eyes shut. I almost left, he looked too Cute and peaceful to disturb. I didn't want to corrupt him with my problems.

I also felt that at a time like this, I had a right to be selfish. I tapped on the window, watching Clay's eyes open. He briefly looked around the room, only half awake, before allowing his head to hit the pillow again.

"Jesus Helmet you would totally get killed if we were in a horror movie." I mumbled to myself. I tapped again, and this time Clay sat up in his bed. He was craning his neck to see down the hallway through his open bedroom door, so I tapped a final time to correct his looked to his window and squinted for a moment, before his eyes went wide. He briefly looked down at his body, clad in boxers and a T shirt, silently thanking the lord that he wasn't naked. He stood up and shut his door, before making his way to the window to open it.

"Hannah?" He questioned, his voice raspy from sleep. He rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times to make sure this wasn't a dream. "In the flesh." I replied. I was trying to be my usual, coy self, but the monotone of my voice worked against me .

"You're… you're all wet." Clay said." Great job, captain obvious. Care to invite me in, or do you hate me?" Clay moved aside to let me in, putting his finger over his lip as a signal to be quiet. "I don't hate you." Came his lame reply as I let myself in. "Great." I said. Clay turned to shut the window as I padded across the floor to his dresser. He stood, frozen as I rummaged through his drawers.

"Hannah what are you-" He stopped when I began undressing myself in front of him. I didn't care what he saw, it's not like I had my modesty to keep in tact. Bryce had ruined that in a mere five minutes. "What the hell are you-" He stopped again

when I pulled on a shirt of his that I'd taken from the dresser. I wanted dry clothes.

Clay still didn't understand what had gotten into me. As bold and brash as I was, he knows I wasn't the type to do something so rude. He really didn't mind though, he liked the sight of me in his clothes more than he'd ever admit to himself.

I was Clad in one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers - a sight that was slowly driving Clay crazy I could tell as crossed the room he asked "Is there a purpose behind the impromptu slumber party?" He said lowly. Hannah almost smiled.

"I just got raped." I said, as casually as if I were talking about the weather. Clay's eyes nearly popped out of his head, and he put two and two together. There had been bruises on my back, but being the kind to mind his own business, he ignored that now, in a moment where he decided I was his business. "At least, I think I did." I continued in lieu of his silence. "Who? What happened?" Clay asked, as thoughts more violent than he'd ever known swirled in his head. He didn't realize how possessive he felt over Hannah until now.

"You don't need the gruesome details." I bit my lip, staring at the wall straight ahead. Her hair was beginning to frizz around her small face as it dried. "I need the gruesome details. You can't come tell me you got raped and not give me a name, if you know who it was." Clay was calm on the outside, but I could see the rage building inside of him was too much. He wanted a name, he wanted someone to kill with his bare hands- I was silent. "I want to know because I care, Hannah. I know we haven't talked, but I thought that's what you wanted." He knew I was being so short because they hadn't spoken much since the party.

"You don't hate me?" I whispered. "I could never hate you, no matter how hard you try to make me." I will keep that in mind. "Bryce." She stood up, clenching his fists by his side. Being the gentleman he was, he'd never understand how some guys thought it was okay to take what they wanted. He'd been eaten alive with guilt since the party, even though he had stopped when she just didn't understand how anyone with a conscience could ignore the word no when it came from the girl underneath took a moment to pace, before turning back to look at the broken girl sitting on the edge of his bed. His resolve weakened as his heart broke for her. "Hannah." He said, moving to kneel on the floor in front of her. "Tell me what happened." He wiped away a few tears, kneeling for the sole purpose of being able to see My face as I hung my head. I took a deep, shaky breath as she looked everywhere but him, preparing to tell him the events of the night.

"Hey," He gently grabbed her chin, turning her head so that she was forced to make eye contact. The minute Our eyes met, she seemed to calm down. "Look at me, and tell me what happened. Please." I nodded "There was a party." I said instantly. He let go of my face and allowed me to break eye contact in order to gather my thoughts. "I got there towards the end of it. Jess was in the hot tub with some other people. She wanted me to get in, I only did it because I thought she wanted to be friends again." Another tear fell, getting caught by Clay's thumb. "It's okay, you don't need an excuse to get in a hot tub, Hannah." He told me gently. I nodded my head in agreeance after a moment of thought, and continued.

"So I got down to my underwear and I got in. Jess and the other's left after a few minutes. I stayed. I wanted to look at the sky." I stopped, but Clay nodded in encouragement. "Then he got in. I tried to leave, a few times actually, but he kept grabbing me. Then he said he just wanted to have fun…" She stopped, and this time Clay decided he had all the information he needed. "You don't have to keep going if you don't want to."

"I fought but I gave up. I didn't say no, technically. I was in my underwear." She started, and Clay immediately recognized these as reasons she was blaming herself.

"Do not, under any circumstances, blame yourself. Do you understand me?" Clay said sternly. She gave him a weak nod, and he figured it was better than nothing. "Helmet, that night at the party was all me, not you. You were perfect. I don't want you to think you're anything like Bryce." I said suddenly.

"I don't." We sat in silence for a while, I could tell Clay was already dead set on turning Bryce in, but he knew it was ultimately up to Me. "Do you want some water?" Clay asked her, to which she nodded. She had shifted so that she was under the covers, using his pillows as her back support to sit decided that he also liked seeing her in his bed.

"I'll be right back." after what I assume was around 10 minutes Clay came back in with a glass of water he walked to me and has he handed it to me he said " Here you go Hannah." I give him the best smile I can as I say " Thank you Helmet" I then took a sip of the water then placed it on his nightstand. I looked at Clay then moved over a little

on his bed then patted next to me and asked " Helmet can you please hold me ?" he nodded and came over to the bed and laid down next to me and put his arm around my

waist as I rest my head on his chest and in that moment snuggling with me I totally forgot about Bryce Raping me and fall asleep next to the only good guy in all of Crestmont.

I was up at the crack of dawn.

Clay was snoring beside Me , and I almost laughed. I have to tease him about it later on in the day.

As I lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling, I took a moment to process the fact that I was actually in Helmet's bed. Of all places- Clay Jensen's bed.

I glanced over at the sleeping boy. He was lying on his side, facing me. His jaw was slack and he was drooling dangerously close to her pillow. I covered my mouth with my hand, genuinely trying not to laugh in fear I'd wake him up.

My adorable little nerd ,I thought

He let out a particularly loud snore, causing me to lose control over my laughter. I had tried to keep it quiet, I did. Clay stirred anyway, moving slowly at first, then jerking awake when he realized I was still in his bed, and the night's events came back to him.

"What...what's so funny?" He asked sleepily, propping up on his elbow.

"Helmet, I think you may need a Breathing mask." I giggled.

"What?" He mumbled, it was too early for jokes. Clay didn't do mornings well.

"You snore. It's cute. Adorable, actually."

"That damn word again." He muttered, flopping onto his back. It was early, so early it was still dark out.

"What time is it?"

"5:30" I said after checking her phone.

"Goodnight." A very sleepy clay mumbled, rolling over to go back to sleep. I lay staring at the ceiling for a few more minutes, but there was something on my mind.

"Helmet… you awake?" I asked softly, in case he wasn't. I got a grunt as an answer.

"Helmet I… those rumors aren't true. They weren't true." I corrected herself.

"What rumors? What do you mean they weren't true?" Clay rolled over slowly, now fully awake and concerned.

"That stuff with Justin didn't happen. I'm not a whore, at least… I thought I wasn't." I blinked hard to hold back the tears. Bryce had made me feel dirty and used, and as though I lived up to the names and rumors.

"I know it didn't happen. And you still aren't any of those things." He let his elbow fall slack, and his head hit the pillow. He scooted closer, until his forehead was touching mine and just looked at me with love in his eyes.

We lay there in silence, neither of us able to go back to sleep.

we just took comfort in each other's presence.

"Clay time to get up" Came the voice of Clay's mom about an hour later. She pushed the door open gently, and from the way she looked at me I can tell she was taken aback by the sight of her son in bed with a girl, whether or not we were just lying together.

13 Reasons is so sad and I felt so bad for Clay losing Hannah crushed him and I know how feels as I went through a Similar experience a few years ago so this story is just me giving Clay and Hannah their Happy Ending .Hope you Enjoy!

Troy Grimes