Thirteen: The Unlucky Number

Well, here toi go. It's kind of Thutner, but not really like...well, you'll see.


Broken Things

Most things, when they are broken, are worth nothing. It’s a fact of life, sad but true.
    
You’ll occasionally run across a child who doesn’t want to give up his wagon because the wheel fell off ou who refuses to get rid of her favori stuffed animal just because it has a rip down its back and all the stuffing is falling out, but that wasn’t the case here.
    
Most broken things are so worthless, in fact, that it doesn’t matter how they are disposed...

I would like to assure everyone that I have sources for all the information I'm presenting here, so if something is incorrect, it's not because I'm making it up.


One thing I’ve been looking at recently is Thirteen’s heritage. Even though we’ve never met, and know suivant to nothing about, either of her parents, we can tell a lot just from her name: Remy Hadley.
    
The name Hadley will tell us where her father’s family is from. Hadley means “heather field” in old English. It’s a British name, so her father’s family probably came from Great Britain.
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It´s not new, but I thought it belonged here too.


Hey,


as some of toi might know I became really attached to the character of Remy "Thirteen" Hadley, the woman with the most tragic fate on House MD.

Now that I read the new spoiler, which a dit that House will feu Thirteen in the fifth episode of season 5, I wasn´t very pleased, as toi might imagine.
After I was over the first shock, some thoughts came to my mind and I decided to share them with you.

The spoiler was found in a haut, retour au début tv magazine in Italy, which is a dit to be very trustable.

The first thing that came to my mind when I heardabout it,...

Dear Diary,

I know it's been awhile and I feel like I have neglected you. toi use to be my only friend. Honestly, I thought I would have grown out of telling toi all my thoughts and secrets. I guess toi have always been my only true friend.

Things really haven't changed since I was 16. Wow, has it really been 10 years? I really can't believe it. It's as if I had never boxed toi away, my dear friend.

It seems like no matter what I do, past memories keep popping into my head. It's as if some aléatoire person switches a switch. One moment I'm fine, watching a little tv ou lire and the suivant I'm crying...