pretty little liars ☹

chapter two

insecurity [ɪnsɪˈkjʊərɪti];
the state of being open to danger or threat; lack of protection.

brielles point of view

pirouettes, jetès, arabesques. thoughts of ballet swirl inside my head, and i feel myself getting lost in them, but not nearly as lost as i am in reality. theoretically i have everything; the most fashionable, up-to-date clothes, the most perfect porcelain face imaginable, an amazing figure, the hottest boyfriend and many friends who adore me. i am every girls envy, and yet i still envy others.

no one else is as lost in their own life as i am. i cant find direction in the midst of this hurricane i call my thoughts. ballet is the only thing i purely enjoy. even though its just simply body movements to the rhythm of a tune, i can find bliss and clarity within its depths. others are smart and easily capable of creating themselves a life, but even though i get mediocre grades and basically have an army of people who adore me, what is going to be of me after school finishes?

i am pulled from my train of thought by the feel of ashton kissing my jawline.

"whats wrong babe?" he questions, seeing that i am totally withdrawn from my tedious maths homework.

"nothing," i reply distractedly.

"okay then," he replies back suspecting. i love ashton and the way he cares and is always considerate of me. he is irreplaceable and i cant imagine losing him. ever. it would feel as though my soul was being ripped in two.

i hear my phone vibrate and peer over to see who's bothering me now. i see its a message from a private number and reach over to my phone and check its contents.

"even popular girls can have their lives ruined. -A"

ronans point of view

"see ya babe!"

"see ya!" i reply back to patrick, my boyfriend of 7 months.

"are you sure i cant come over tonight?" he pleads to me.

"sorry, im going out tonight for a family dinner." lies. "maybe some other time you can come over!" more lies.

"alright then, bye," he departs, giving me a quick little peck on my lips. i hate the lies, but i will hate the consequences of the truth more.

i love patrick but no one knows that im seeing him; no one has known even though we have been dating for 7 months. i technically haven't opened up as bisexual to anyone, not even my parents and though i hate to lie to Patrick, i dont want to face the harsh judgments of my friends and family.

i hear my phone vibrate and fish it out of my pocket. seeing it's from a private number, i wonder who it could be from, seeing as everyone in rosewood is as tight knit as a woollen christmas jumper.

"wouldnt it be a shame if your family and friends found out about patrick, huh? -A"

alyssas point of view

in the midst of my youtube-a-thon a sudden thought hits me. maths. i sprint to my bag and pull out my maths folder. SHIT! I HAVE A FULL BLOWN COMPREHENSIVE PROJECT ON THE RELATIONS OF ALGEBRA AND GRAPHS! thanking God that its only maths, the subject i find myself best at, i pull out my task sheet and see that i have two weeks full of maths that i need to hand in by tomorrow. thats literally impossible. i feel panic pressing down on my chest like a anchor, and struggle to keep myself collected.

i rush downstairs to retrieve my maths textbook, and see an opportunity arise. my older brother's macbook. i quickly set myself down on the chair in front of it and log into his account. for such a smart guy, he was stupid enough to have his password as his name, daniel. after i log in i go to his neatly labeled folder of work from year 10, and find his version of the task.

i run back upstairs to retrieve my usb stick to create a copy of his assignment, my conscience debating harshly against my choice. well its either this, or an after school detention and a fail on the topic of relations. i know what i have to do.

with guilt coursing through me, i copy daniel's assignment over to my usb. i run back upstairs to my desk and open the file, to change the name from daniel giuliano, to alyssa giuliano. before my conscious can tell me to reconsider and just take the punishment, i quickly attatch the file and send it to my maths teacher.

"too late now," i whisper to myself as i hit send.

i collapse down onto my desk chair thinking about what i just did.

"too late now," i whisper again, except this time i pay enough attention to the sound of liquid guilt coating my words. i hear my phone vibrate and roll my eyes. i have no social life, so to see a message notification from a private number gives me quite a tremendous shock. i unlock my phone and read the contents of the message.

"what would happen if your teacher found out that assignment was a fraud? im sure that would taint your perfect record! -A"

abasets point of view

SMASH! i see a bottle of whisky fly past my head and shatter upon the impact of the wall beside my head. why is this just normal for me? i roll my eyes at my dads immature behaviour, but little does he know that me rolling my eyes is my way of disguising the fear coursing through me. slightly shaky, i climb the stair of my house and find my way to my room, before my involuntary tears blur my vision.

"this is my normal," i mutter to myself. it's always been like this. a father who drinks until he's unconscious and a suicidal mother who works so she doesn't have to deal with her family. while most girls wish for clothes and boys, i simply wish for a hug from my mother, a sober dad, and a brother who's not taking drugs for five minutes. yet that's all it is, a wish, a hope, something you pray for, but in the scheme of reality, it will never happen. maybe just accepting that this is my reality will stop these childish whims.

a distraction. thats what i need.

i pick up my phone and notice i have a message notification.

"must have not heard it through my sobs," i sarcastically think to myself with a forced laugh. i open the notification and read the message concealed inside it.

"get used to tears being your best friend abaset, cause i dont think your family is getting better anytime soon. -A"

"what?" i think to myself, but before i have time to process it, i receive a call from ronan.

"abaset," ronan stutters out with pain clear in his voice. "josh's body, its been... found."

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