Breathe Me

Not About Angels

How unfair, it's just our luck
Found something real that's out of touch
But if you'd searched the whole wide world
Would you dare to let it go?
'Cause what about, what about angels?
They will come, they will go, make us special
Don't give me up
Don't give... me up
'Cause what about, what about angels?
They will come, they will go, make us special
It's not about, not about angels, angels.

Alison's POV

Once I finally get in the cab with my bag I finally have a chance to stop and think. Everything happened so fast.

Once Emily left to get the food my mind just kept running with thoughts. I thought about how nothing has changed. Everyone still hates me. I still hate me. And I should run away again, this time not from A, but from myself.

So I left. The doctor said I could, and I did. I took my secret money and I.d.'s and all the stuff I used before when I was on the run, threw it into a bag and told a cab to take me to the nearest train station.

I know my dad and Jason won't care enough to look for me. Emily might, but this time she won't find me and if she does I'll run again.

I'm Vivian Darkbloom again.

Alison DiLaurentis is gone.

I get to the train station and look at all the places I could go. I was on the run for two years and I've been to so many places. Should I go somewhere new or familiar?

Finally I get an idea. I could take the train to Boston, stay a night, and then take a train to Maine and go out to Bar Harbor and rent one of those cheap motels. I've always wanted to go to Maine.

I love the ocean, but the heat not so much. Now that it's almost summer it'll be the perfect temperature in Maine, cool. And the beaches are rocky, there's lots of hikes and nature. I can start my life there.

The train takes me to Boston where I go straight to the cheapest motel I can find. It's just for the night. I pay the lady at the desk. She has a beauty mark on her upper lip and lipstick on her teeth.

"Room 114." She says in a thick Boston accent, handing me a key.

I thank her and go up to my room.

It's not that bad for a motel room. I take off my wig and shake out my hair. It's late now and I decided to just go to sleep.

I put on my spandex and tank top and turn in for the night.

But when I close my eyes, all I can see is Emily. I can only imagine her face, hurt and afraid. She's most likely looking for me.

I shake my head.

She doesn't care. No one cares. I'm Vivian Darkbloom now. Permanently. Alison DiLaurentis is dead for real now. And my life as her is gone.

Time to start my new one.

Emily's POV

I pace the room.

"She's not with Mona." Hanna says, defeated and puts the phone down.

"Well did we check-"

"We checked everywhere, Em." Spencer says gently. "I think the most realistic possibility is that she left town."

"NO!" I shout. "How could she just leave me?!"

"She was hurt." Aria says softly. "She was hurt and she probably thought we wanted her to leave. So... she did."

I groan. "I told her I loved her!"

"It's not worth anything until she loves herself. She can't hear it until she loves herself." Aria says.

"Well what are we gonna do?" I ask. "I mean, should we get the cops involved?"

Spencer thinks, then shakes her head. "They can't take the case unless it's reported by a parent. And Alison is eighteen anyway. She's an adult in the law's eyes and she can leave if she wants."

I sigh. "Guys graduation is in a month. What if we don't find her by then?"

Hanna shrugs. "We're all going to schools in the area luckily. We'll just keep looking."

I put my head in my hands. "How could she do this to me? I'm so mad at her... But I want her back here." I shook my head.

I was mad at her. She had no right to just leave us like that. She didn't tell anyone where she was going, not even Noel or anyone. And part of me hates her. But I'm also scared. She's depressed. She could hurt herself again or even kill herself and there would be no one there to save her or help her.

We have to find her, and fast.

"Emily, I think she probably got on a train. Let's ask anyone at the train station if they saw her." Spencer said. "Except we should describe her with dark hair. She most likely used her wig."

"Okay." I sigh. "Let's find her."

AN: So what's she gonna do? Will they find her?? Sorry this chapter is short but the next one will probably be longer. The song is by Birdy and is much sadness :((((((. Anyway hope ya liked it. Next one coming soon. Bye guysssss.

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