My Life in Rosewood

Chapter Fifty-Two

Hi everyone! This is the last chapter of a very long flowed updating process. I very much apologize for this. I hope whoever has kept up with my story has enjoyed every minute. I will do my best to add to Jessie's story in her senior year but as of now this is the end.

If you would like me to continue please let me know in the comments!

Thanks again for all your support in my version of the PLL universe.

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I'll tell you now that I have not been okay. It took two weeks for me to be "okay" enough to get out of the house and go back to school. I was not however okay enough to pay attention or not be jumpy with every noise that came to my ears in the chaos of school. I was not okay enough to see all the eyes on me when things once again revolved around the girls getting into trouble and this time adding me into the mix of that. Some people were sympathetic to being kidnapped, but others would make fun of me for it. "Taken by Mona? But she's so small." were just one of many ways of being put down to the fact I was overpowered by someone who was shorter than me, and should have had less physical abilities since I played sports my entire life.

All I know is the rest of the year was not for me. I hated every minute of it more than I used to. I somehow managed to get through my classes with passing grades, but just barely. I missed softball for obvious reasons outside of my injuries. I was not mentally stable enough to handle it.

Work was also a disaster most days. I went, I did what I needed, but I wasn't able to interact much anymore. I wasn't the same happy Jessie they got used to. I was terrified of the bell that rang when people came in. Jumpy when emails made a noise on my computer. I hated everything around me and I only got through those days at work with the help of the people who worked with me. I would not have lasted long if they didn't have my back and I owe them for it.

To top all that off, once my eye was no longer swollen I realized quickly that I could barely see through it...a shadow of things. At first I thought it was just because I wasn't able to open that eye for a while and needed to adjust, but that was not the case. When I went to the hospital they ran tests and sure enough, I lost a good amount of my eyesight from my bad eye. I could see to the point where it was shadowy without my glasses, and with them it just seemed to slightly get clearer, but not enough to pinpoint things and was bumping into things a lot. I had to get a special prescription in that eye so that it could amplify my sight enough that I could function, but legally I'm blind in this eye now and considered being medically disabled. One more thing Mona took from me is my ability to play sports.

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Summer is almost here and I'm still barely leaving the house. I have no desire to. All I need is my room, my video games (adjusting to how to play with my eye) and my music. Aria tries to get me out, but it rarely works because I'm still scared and I hate that people look at me when I'm walking down the streets of Rosewood with that sad look in their eyes. Then the fact I can't play basketball is enough to have me in a spiral. It was even to the point that Andrew, Noel and Mike could never get me to go with them and at least try to shoot some hoops. I didn't want to go and be disappointed. And with all this time later I still refuse.

All in all, the girls seem to be trying to be okay around me the best they can. Toby and Spencer are back together, as are Aria and Ezra. Emily is still struggling with the death of Maya, and Hanna is trying to deal with her best friend being who she is. Mona got sent to a looney bin in town for having multiple personality disorder, so she wasn't even able to stand trial, and unfortunately that means she is still close enough that if she escapes we are on her hit list.

Weeks pass and here on out we have to deal with our new lives. I know I'm not me anymore and I don't think I ever will be me again. Me being this way has led to hard times with a lot of people, but especially Andrew. His parents already didn't want me around him and all this happening did not help. He is now more distant because of them, but also because he doesn't know how to help me and I won't let him in. I eventually told everyone what happened to me, but my lack of trying to be me again made it hard for him to stay. We broke up and I'm more of a mess than I used to be. I'm broken.