[COMPLETED] Aria Montgomery, Emily Feilds, Hanna Marin, and Spencer Hastings are 4 not so average teenage girls. Their clique leader Alison went missing over a year ago, and ever since then they are being stalked by an anonymous psychopath who goes...
"Aria, Spencer's missing have you seen her?" Emily asks frantically. I tighten my grip on the steering wheel, and bite my lip to keep tears from falling.
"Okay, We'll check there." Emily says and then hangs up.
"Hanna is going to look at school and the library. Aria is going to check the barn and your apartment. She suggests that we check her parents house." Emily says looking at me expectantly. I keep my eyes on the road. Her parents house, of course!
"Okay, Let's go." I say turning the car around. My body is trembling. I screwed things up so badly. Spencer hates me, and she probably will never speak to me again. She needs me right now, she just doesn't know it. She's not in her right mind set. She's depressed and angry. I need to find her.
*Spencer's POV*
I must have passed out for a while, because the next thing I know I'm sprawled across the floor, the knife that pierced through my flesh laying inches away from my reach. Fresh cuts are scattered from my wrists to my elbows. Blood pools on my arms, and drips onto the carpet. The skin on my arms are torn and peeled away, and scar tissue starts to form around the raw cuts.
I stand up. I'm dizzy. I lean onto my dresser for support, and pull myself up. That's when I see it. It's blurry at first, but my eyes slowly begin to adjust to the light. I walk over to it, and gasp. A pill bottle is placed on my shelf and a note is taped to it.
¡Ay! Esta imagen no sigue nuestras pautas de contenido. Para continuar la publicación, intente quitarla o subir otra.
Don't say I never gave you anything -A
I cover my head with my hand and take slow deep breaths. I hear the muffled shriek of someone screaming violently, and then realize that it's me. I push my hair back with my hands, and yank it hard. A few strands of hair come free, and I squeeze them in my trembling hand. I shiver. I glance at my bloody raw wrist, and then to the pill bottle with my name written all over it. I can't take any more pain. A shrill cry breaks through, and I burst into tears. I know what I have to do, but I don't think I can bring myself to do it.
*Aria's POV*
Hanna and I are driving in my car, searching for Spencer. Ezra and Caleb are at work, so it's up to us to find her.
"Have you found her yet?" Hanna asks into the phone. I wait anxiously.
"Okay, we will keep looking." she sounds discouraged and hangs up.
"They haven't found her yet." Hanna says looking upset. I frown.
"Where could she be?" I think for a moment, and then I remember...
flashback
"Wait Ezra let's stop here!" I said grabbing his arm.
"Here?" he asked doubtfully. "This just looks like a run down old brew that serves crappy cups of coffee." he said scrunching up his nose.
