What Happened To Hanna: Part One, #1

By Khalil Kanyerere

What Happened To Hanna is a poignant and empowering manuscript that takes readers on a deeply emotional journey of a young girl named Hanna, who battles the aftermath of abuse and self-destruction. Written with compassion and authenticity, this gripping narrative explores the harrowing effects of trauma and the extraordinary strength of the human spirit.

 

In a small town tainted by shadows, Hanna's innocence was shattered by the hands of her abusive father. The manuscript delves into the haunting depths of her pain as she navigates the complexities of her troubled past. Through evocative storytelling, readers witness her struggle with self-harm and the desperate search for solace in the midst of inner turmoil.

 

What Happened To Hanna paints a vivid portrait of Hanna's struggles, triumphs, and the profound impact of genuine support. It emphasizes the importance of compassion, understanding, and the transformational journey towards self-love. As readers accompany Hanna on her arduous path, they witness her transition from a broken soul to a beacon of strength, inspiring others who may find themselves in similar darkness.

 

This manuscript, with its raw vulnerability and unwavering hope, shines a light on the often-neglected realities of abuse, self-harm, and the long road to healing. It captures the complexities of the human experience, offering solace to survivors, educating communities, and fostering empathy in readers of all backgrounds.

What Happened To Hanna is not just a story; it is an anthem of resilience, reminding us that even in the face of unimaginable pain, the human spirit possesses an incredible capacity to heal, grow, and reclaim a life beyond scars.

 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Khalil Kanyerere
• Release date: Jun 29, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223259817

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE - WEDNESDAY

Hanna, stay after class.

Mrs. Phiri, I have to be home as soon as possible.

Hanna, it should only take a minute.

I have to be home pronto. If not, he’ll beat me again. I can’t. Maybe for a

second. If anything serious comes up, I’ll just run. Hanna, just breathe. You can do this.

Hanna, may I see your left wrist?

Why? Is something wrong?

I don’t know. You tell me.

Oh crap! She knows. I’ve got to run now!

Hanna! Let me see your wrist, please!

No, you can’t!

Now this is my chance! Time to run!

Hanna!

Wow! That was close. I just can’t stand his belt. He’ll be drinking, too. Just like all of the other nights. I wish Mom could come home. I wish Grandma would get

better. Things would be better then. Here I go. I’m home now.

Where the hell have you been!?

Dad. I had to stay after classes to talk to a teacher.

Bullshit! I’ll beat that lying habit right out of you!

I’m telling the truth! Mrs. Phiri, my social studies teacher, wanted to talk to me! I promise!

Oh no! He’s totally drunk and has his belt with metal spikes on. Just remember: I can’t cry! It’ll only be worse. Jesus help me!

Come here you worthless piece of shit! I’m going to beat you until you turn blue!

Daddy, please! Please! Please! I won’t be late anymore! I promise! You’re right, you won’t!

Whew! I think I escaped that one. I was really close to a beating.

I hope this beating will do you some good! It’ll help you remember that promise!

No! Here it goes again. Just let it be over. I don’t want to live like this anymore! I give up!

*    *    *

Look at me. My face is all messed up. There are bruises all over my body. How

am I going to cover all of these up? It’s no use! Look at me! I’m hideous! I need my blade! It can’t hurt worse than this. Just a few cuts to calm me down. But

every cut I make. Each time going a little deeper. Pressing a little harder. The

blood flowing down my left hand. Looking at the puddle of blood on the floor. It

doesn’t hurt at all. It’s my only option. My father hates me; my mom doesn’t

even think I’m enough for her to stay alive. Even I hate me! Oh no! The bleeding isn’t stopping! It’s getting worse! I can’t stop it! What’s wrong with me? Why

can’t I be normal? Have a normal family. Why can’t I enjoy life? It’s pointless! I

hate myself! I hate who I am. I hate my family. I hate my whole life! Why can’t I  do what Mom attempted? It’d be easy. Just cut so deep. Watch the blood flow out. Then I’d just let myself bleed. And I’d finally be free.... The bleeding has

stopped and it’s  11:30. I should go to go to bed now.

CHAPTER 2 - THURSDAY

6:45. Great, it’s almost time for me to leave and I have noway to cover up these bruises. I have no make-up. I can cover up my scars with a bandage and lots of  bracelets. And on top of that I have to see Mrs. Phiri twice today. Well this is as

good as it’s going to get so I guess I’m off to school.

Good morning, Hanna. Can we speak?

I guess.

Can I seeyour left wrist?

Here goes nothing. Since I have a lot of bracelets, on I’ll remove them very slowly. Just to prolong it.

Just to inform you, I know about what your father does to you.

You can’t say anything!

I’m sorry, but I have to. Now, your wrist.

She can’t tell anyone! Somehow my father will find out and it’ll be over for me. I can’t believe she has to check my wrist. If she already knows I cut she shouldn’t

have to check it. Maybe if I rebel then she’ll just give up. Agh!

No!

Hanna. Give me your wrist! Now!

Fine.

Hanna .... Honey... you’ve got to stop this. This isn’t good for you.

Why? It’s not like it matters, like I matter to anyone! I just can’t take it anymore! Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Oh,who cares? If I’m not allowed to cry in front of her,

what’s another beating going to do?

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