Pretty Little Liars

Hanna POV

When we finished with our soap fight, we got cleaned up. My head began to hurt again, so I took the opportunity to go take some medicine.

My voice betrayed me, so I'm trapped within my head. My thoughts and memories constantly overwhelming me.

The van constantly jerking around, woke me up. My head hitting against the metal floor of the vehicle.

I couldn't think straight, and I began to freak out. People noticed, and gripped my arms and legs tight.

Looking in the mirror, I rub my wrists, still seeing slight hand and rope prints.

Someone knocked on the door, snapping me out of my thoughts. As I open the door, I see Caleb standing there sad. I pulled him into a hug, silent tears rolling down my cheeks.

He rubbed my back, trying to soothe me. Pulling away, I wipe my eyes, then smile. He led me down the stairs and it looked through the window, seeing everyone outside.

After grabbing my keys, I left Spencer's and started my car. Caleb got in with me, and I drove us to my house. Once we arrived, we saw an unfamiliar car in the drive way.

We slowly walked in, seeing blonde hair at my kitchen counter talking. They looked this way and we saw Ali, backing away to the door.

Caleb grabbed my hand, and we ran to my car. I drove out of Rosewood and towards Philly. Once arriving, I pulled over calming down.

"Are you okay?" Caleb asked and I nodded my head. "Hanna, I know you don't want to talk, but I need you to. I need you to use your voice and communicate with me."

Looking over, I saw tears forming in his eyes and sighed. "Yeah," I whispered. "I'm fine."

"I can't believe you drove us all the way to Philadelphia," he laughed as we got out of the car and walked to a restaurant.

"Well, we panicked. And I drove," I smiled.

"I've been a dick to you," he said after we ordered lunch.

"What? Caleb, no you haven't," I said surprised.

"Yes I have. I've been pushing you to do things you're not ready for," he said sad. "And I'm so sorry about that."

"Caleb, I've been pushing you away. I thought that if I did that, you would be better off. But the thing is, you're stuck in the middle of all of it no matter what," I said. "You shouldn't be apologizing. I should. And I am so sorry that you have to deal with all this crap."

"Hanna none of this is your fault. It's Charles. He's the one who started this. We shouldn't be apologizing to each other. He should apologize to us."