(Hey, I know the picture for ch. 17 is of Mona/Janel from pll because I like using those pics from the show but I couldn't find one of Ali/Sasha so I used Mona
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(Ali POV)
After a week of being in the well I found a piece of chalk and made check marks of all the days I've been down here , it's been a month. I just found out Evan was alive one month ago and now I'm back to having the fear he's dead. Rylies body is totally gone. God that poor girl. When your alone for a while you start to think too much. I think about what my future could look like if I got out. I can't imagine what my parents are going threw , my little brother wouldn't even know what to think of this.
I wish they would stop looking if they haven't already so they can move on with there lives. Sometimes I think I deserve this. I tried so hard to be some one I'm not. Who does that ? Oh right me. I just didn't want to be doormat Ali anymore. I didn't want to be a pushover any more . But instead of just becoming more confident and sticking up for myself , I become a total bitch. Who could I have become such an enemy to in one 7 months of being here?
'Please let me out' I thought in my head. I'm probably going to die down here.
I heard swigs brake above me . Omg they are back.
"Let me out of this damn hell hole!" I screamed.
"Omg!" Someone said . Someone found me!
"Help me I'm down here!"
"Errrr" someone moved the big piece of concrete out of the way and daylight shined in my face for the first time in a month.
"It's okay the police are coming!" Thank god.
"Omg thank you!" I yelled starting to cry of joy.
"Alison?" It was Justin one of Evans friend the one that touched my ass.
"Justin!" I said getting up from my sitting position.
"Your okay the police are here!" He was right I heard police sirens .
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I was finally out of the well reunited with my family and I was interviewed and I told them about Rylie , Evan , and everything that happened to the police and the psychotic asshole that is doing this.
Tonight was Rylies funeral , they got her ash out of the well and we are spreading it in the river near my house. Her parents were devastated and so was all her friends . We arrived at the river bay. It wasn't a old dirty river it was the cleanest one. It was my turn to speak a few words .
"Rylie. She was a beautiful girl. I thought so little of her because of some things she did to me. She thought I was going to hurt Evan so she was just protecting him. God bless there souls where ever they are. It was the worst possible feeling to be next to her body in the well . It was a tragedy , I wish I never had to go threw. " I started crying but still went on.
"Rylie , where ever you are I wish the best for you. I'm so sorry." i started balling my eyes out and my friends ,mainly Evans and Rylies though but we are all friends now, came and hugged me and we all walked off stage together. It was the end of the funeral and my friends and I had a drink even though we are only 16 it was a small drink, I saw the black figure watching me , us in the background .
"Guys do you see that figure over there in the bushes." I whisperd
"Omg." Justin said.
"Last time I can after them they trapped me in a circle of freaking fire . " I said
I stared them in the eye and mouthed 'fuck you' to them and my friends watched all shocked. Than the figure held up a gun.
"Omg , EVERY BODY DUCK!" I yelled and every one did as one gun shot went off and than ten more. After the shots stopped everyone gasped and I looked back as to where the figure was standing , and they were gone.
"Omg!" Every one said as they looked at Rylies picture by the river . It was shot to make an 'X' over both Rylies eyes. Rylies parents started to cry and the police came and checked out the area . I showed them where I saw them. They found something . I was completely shocked. They found a nail in the area where the person was . It had blood on it. It was a perfectly polished nail , that belonged to no other than Mackenzie Rivers from the pool.
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Mystery / Thriller16 year old Alison , where do I start? She was treated like a doormat. Sure she said welcome on the front , but on the inside , people filled her with whatever was on the bottom of their shoes. Alison had no friends, no life , only when people neede...