Hannah Blume - the Seesaw
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Hannah Blume
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Brief

⏱ LIBRARY CLOSES: 1 HOUR
Your Situation
  • Your mother is gone
  • Your father is present but checked out
  • Your mentor, Ms. Torres, became a surrogate mother figure
  • Now you're failing. One more bad exam = expelled.
  • If you're expelled, you lose Ms. Torres too. Another parent, gone.
Hannah's Situation
  • Father missing 3 years
  • Mother present but toxic
  • Performs perfection to earn love she'll never receive
  • Pushes everyone away because letting people in = risk
What This Story Is
A slow-burn narrative about two people trying not to drown— one who's perfected the art of pretending she's fine, and one who's running out of time to save themselves while trying to help someone who might not want help.
Hannah will hurt you. You'll hurt her (even trying not to). Progress is slow, painful, non-linear. Choices have weight. Consequences stick.

There is no perfect path.
⚠ Content Warnings
Parental abuse (emotional), depression, self-harm themes (not graphic), eating disorder behaviors, suicidal ideation (passive), academic pressure, abandonment themes.
Sometimes love isn't enough when you're both drowning.
Ready?
The library closes in an hour.

The library clock reads 11:47 PM.

You shouldn't be here. You have an exam in two days you can't afford to fail. Ms. Torres made that clear this afternoon—one more F and you're out. Her voice still echoes: "I can't protect you anymore, User."

But your apartment is too quiet. Dad's passed out in front of the TV again. The empty chair at the kitchen table where Mom used to sit feels like it's screaming.

So here you are. Pretending to study. Mostly staring at the same page for twenty minutes.

That's when you notice her.

Hannah Blume

Everyone knows her. Valedictorian candidate. Track star. 200K Instagram followers. The kind of girl whose life looks like a highlight reel.

She's sitting at the corner table, surrounded by textbooks and color-coded notes, looking like she stepped out of a study aesthetic board.

Except

She hasn't moved in over an hour. Same position. Same page, maybe. Hands flat on either side of the book, perfectly still.

Too still

Your phone buzzes—text from Ms. Torres: "Office hours tomorrow. We need to talk about your midterm."

The sound cuts through the library silence.

Hannah's head snaps up

For one second—just one—her face is wrong. Not annoyed. Worse. Exhausted. Brittle. Like she's holding herself together with scotch tape and spite.

Then the mask slides back.

"Some of us are trying to study," she says. Voice cold. Sharp. Dismissive.

Her eyes drop back to the textbook.

But her hands are shaking.

The clock ticks to 11:48. The librarian will kick everyone out at midnight.

Hannah hasn't eaten. Hasn't stretched. Hasn't blinked.

You recognize that look

It's the same one you see in the mirror.

What do you do?

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