Spencer
Why?
Why is this happening again?
Haven't I been through enough?
I am stuffed in something. A very tight space so I would assume I was stuffed in a trunk.
My head hits something, hard.
Sometime later....
I wake up.
....in my..... bed?.....
What's going on!?
I get out of bed, I have the same clothes on.
I frantically check my pockets.
No phone.
No wallet.
No whistle. (She has one for a reason)
I have nothing...
Why am I back here?
I look out my window, and it's nighttime.
Did Toby bring me here?
No.
Did A.D bring me here?....
Yes....
There is a card beside my bed with the letters A.D scrawled in some bloody kind of texture....
I see a drop of blood drip.
I look up.
Nothing is dripping.
Another drop drips.
I see a drop of blood slide down my arm and onto the floor.
There is no way....
I gently lift up the sleeve to my t-shirt.
There is a giant slash on my shoulder... and it's bleeding excessively.
I proceed to stop the bleeding by getting some bandages in my bedside drawer and tied the bandages around my shoulder.
I walk out of my room, and into the living area.
There is an empty wine bottle with a note.
My hands shake as I slowly unravel the scroll.
In blood, pretty sure my blood... said this....
"Did you think this was all over?"
I drop the note.
I back up into something, or someone...
I quickly jerk my body the other way to face what I had bumped into.
"Mona!?" I say in shock. She has a wooden plank in her left hand.
"Rest now my child. We have somewhere to go." She says and with one hard hit in the side of my head with the plank, she knocks me to the ground.
My vision is blurry.
Maybe....... I could use...... some.......... rest..........
Quite some time later....
I wake up slowly.
Am I in a hospital?
It's so white, and bright...
No I'm not...
I roll off the bed.
Ow my head....
I feel the left side of my head.
My whole hand is covered in blood.
How the hell am I not dead!?
I have my bandages in my pocket. I wrap my head with a bandage.
I look at my reflection in a glass door.
Wait....
My reflection doesn't have a bandage on the head.
My "reflection" smirks.
I back up.
"HAHAHAHA!" It laughs, it enters my small hospital like room.
"How are ya, love?" It talks to me in a thick accent like Ezria's.
"Who the fuck is you?" I am unable to speak in coherent sentences because of the damage to my head.
(Spencer's twin explains everything)
"Well, so sorry to burst ya bubble but I know that you forgot something...." Alex tells me.
"What?" I ask.
"It's Aria and Ezra's wedding today!" Alex says like she knew everything about me and my friends activities.
Suddenly it clicks.
"Are you..... are you A.D?..."
"Wow, your smarter than I thought! Yes, I am." She says and pats me on the shoulder with the wound.
"aH!" I say half cry half actual word. Holding my shoulder as I fall down.
"Oh yeah, I forgot my little sister is still weak. Don't worry. You... won't have to do anything..." Alex says leaving.
"Let out Subject #27" Alex says as a gate opens in my view.
In a glass cage..... is Ezra....
Alex cackles as she leaves.
Hiiiiii guuuuyyssssssss so sorry I haven't been on in soooooooo long! I am determined to finish this! Okay, see ya in the next chapter! Love y'all.
-Ash
(Ps: it's been a while I might have not some of my writing skills)
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A Is For Answers We Need: Pretty Little Liars
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