A Is For Answers We Need: Pretty Little Liars

Five

Ezria

"Your a real big help to the police force of Rosewood." Tanner complemented me.

"Thanks. I, served the force here, once, for one year." I said.

"Well, why'd you quit? It seems we are almost finished figuring out who murdered Mona Vanderwall, thanks to you." Tanner replies.

"Thanks. I've had some practice when I was serving here. And now I'm doing it in San Francisco." I say.

"Didn't you do 9 years in the U.K, you said at the crime scene?" Tanner asks.

"Yeah, But. In the U.K, they do things a lot different. I grew up half of my life in the U.K" I respond.

It was also true.

"Oh." Tanner responds.

Three Months Later

We are all walking out of the church from Mona's funeral.

If Ali is alive, and she wasn't the one in her casket.

Then I'm certain Mona is not in her's.

Plus, they've announced it themselves.

They don't know where Mona's body is.

Mona's body was quickly moved from the murder scene.

I see Ali come over to Mrs:Vanderwall.

So do Aria and the girls.

We can't hear what they are talking about but we see Mrs: Vanderwall slap Ali.

We remove Mrs: Vanderwall slowly from Ali.

Major time skip to the next big event

We are all in a jail truck.

Me, Hanna, Aria, Emily, and Spencer are foot-cuffed in jail uniforms.

We hear a crash and we are thrown to the back of the little compartment we are in. We back up and away from the door.

A kicks the door open.

We scream.

We get knocked out.

...

I wake up in my room in San Francisco.

Was it all a Dream?

Wait...

This isn't a dream.

I'm still wearing my jail uniform.

I get out of the bed I was in.

I look out the window.

A stuck the most fake picture of the Golden Gate Bridge on the window.

I punch the window.

I break the glass.

Blood creases my hand as the glass digs deep in my skin.

"HELLO!" I shout.

"EZRA!" I shout my brothers name.

"HELP!" I yell.

"Please Exit Your Room And Follow The Lighted Pathway."

It sounded like Mona.

It opened the door.

And keeps repeating itself until I exit.

I walk out the door slowly feeling like a sleepless zombie. My hair is messed up and my makeup has been removed.