alberto-rozende:

I can see her through the window. She walks up to the door, she leaves this box and goes. I didn’t get up, i figured if it was important, she would have knocked. Rang the doorbell or something, right? And i should have gone out there. I should have talked to her. But… look, i liked Hannah. She was a friend, but the girl was a lot. She was drama. And i was apparently the only guy at Liberty who didn’t grab her ass or stare at her tits. And so i always got to hear about it and on that particular day, i didn’t want to deal so i let her walk away. Half hour, forty-five minutes later, i get the box, open them and there’s these tapes and a letter. 
“Please take care of these. Listen and you’ll know how.”
I started listening to the first tape. And then… i try calling the Bakers. They didn’t answer, i fucking speed to her house. The ambulance is already there. And the cops. And the front door’s open, i run inside. Her parents are there. They’ve got her in a body bag. I remember thinking “There’s no handles on that bag. How are they gonna pick her up? How are they gonna carry her?” And they just grabbed the bag and threw her in the ambulance. Just like that.