The Dollshouse

Our Moral and the Truck Is Derailed

Aria POV
"I didn't think I could feel worse after "A" killed Mona." Hanna says sighing. She doesn't look like herself with her normally on fleek hair drawn back into a messy ponytail. Even the ponytail has half of her hair falling out, but worst of all her face was absent of Hanna's trademark smile. "But the four of us getting arrested for her murder brings low to a whole new level"
"Technically they think we're accessories not killers." Spencer butted in. Spencer isn't her usual either. Well she kind of is because she just corrected Hanna but her head is hung low and there's no energy or emotion in her voice. I don't really know why but the word accessory really gets to me. We're innocent! We're not killers and we're not stupid accessories! Especially not Ali's accessories she always used to toss around her designer bags as if they were junk.
"An accessory is a necklace or a handbag" I say not sounding like myself either. How can I, or any of us for that matter sound like ourselves when we're going to where we're going. Not chained to a seat. "Not a chain gang." I end attempting at a joke to lighten the mood slightly. My words left a lingering silence.
"Call it what you want" Hanna replied "We're all going to jail. "A" wins." She ends with a scoff.
"Why do you think they're separating us from Ali?" Emily asks. I personally think that Emily still likes Ali. How could she though after she and her alibi-less but dragged us into this.
"There's a lady in the laundry if you do her work she gives you information." Hanna starts. All of us have her eyes poised on hers eager for the information that was to come. "Yesterday she told me that the warden received an anonymous tip." She continues and Emily just looks away as if she really wants to ask something but she's scared too. "They think the five of us are plotting something big."
What the hell! How are the five of us plotting. Ali probably doesn't have access to any contacts they record all of our calls and we're on our way the prison. That's it! Endgame!
"What, and they think Ali's the big bad wolf?" Spencer scoffs obviously thinking the same thing I am.
"But does that make us the little pigs or Little Red." I think out loud. Probably Little Red. Little Red. Red Coat. The cops probably think they're one and the same because that's how bent Rosewoods P.D are.
"Doesn't matter. A wolf can't lead without her pack." Spencer replies still scoffing at the whole thing. It took me by surprise because it was only now I realised that I said everything out loud.
"When we get there, they're probably going to spilt us up, too." Hanna says breaking yet another silence. God, no Hanna I don't want to think about the prison until I get to the prison. As expected nobody replies instantly. Instead we all turn our attention to the convenient creak in the truck and the stink of exhaust. It starts to get steadily louder like a train track. Thank God, now if we can all just focus on the truck.
"What's it like Han?" Emily asks. Oh my god! Come on! What kind of storm cloud would ask all of the horrible questions. I get that she's curious but can't we experience it for ourselves! I really want to do that thing that Ezra does where he throws his hands up in the air. But I literally can't because I'm chained to the seat.
"Do you want me to sugar coat it or tell you the truth?" Hanna asks looking at Emily directly and sounding a bit more like...well...Hanna. I really hope she says sugarcoat but I already know what Em's going to say.
"Well if I'm going to get through it I need to know what to expect." She replies simply.
Hanna takes a breath as if the answer will be painful then begins.
"The second they slam that door shut, you feel ashamed." Hanna states. I'm not sure if she meant to scare us but it worked! I hate the injustice of the entire thing, of Tanner, of Mona of A of EVERYTHING!
"This is crazy! We didn't do anything!" I exclaim in a short outburst. Now I just want to hit something. Really, Really hard.
"They don't care about that." Hanna interrupts to my displeasure. That wasn't an invitation to scare me with the horribly truthful truths. "They treat you like a criminal." Hanna says in the same way Ian did when he wanted us to do a training exercise. As if she were drilling it into our brains. "And it's hard to remember that you're not one."
Oh god, oh god. I just want to out of this nightmare but I can't because I'm living it. And then Hanna thinks it would a good idea to derail our limited moral even further.
Hanna sighs. "The first night's the hardest. You're locked away from everyone and everything you've ever cared about." Spencer slumps her head back apparently finding it too much. " And when they turn those lights out it is the loneliest feeling you could ever imagine."
"Second thought, I could have used a thick coat of sugar." Emily replies sniffling slightly and letting her hair stop Spencer and Hanna see her glistening eyes. I can still see them because I'm in front of her but I don't make as big as a fuss as other people.
"You can't be ready for how it feels, Em." Hanna ends. God I know she's insensitive sometimes like the whole 'hole her stomach thing' but come on! Stop it, to much! You don't think Em essentially saying that her explanation was too horrible for her would be enough for Hanna to stop but no.
"It's hard not to give up on hope." She continues still and I glare slightly. Spencer looks a bit happier and I remember one of her favourite quotes 'don't count on hope, breeds external misery'. That was good advice from whoever said it.
"You guys, they can take everything from us, but they can't take us from each other." Spencer starts. Take notes Hanna, this is how to do a good pep talk. I swing my head round eager to draw strength from this. "I don't care how far apart from you guys I am, I will still be with you." I grab Spencer's arm in support and lean my head against her shoulder.
"Me too" Emily replies.
"Same here." Hanna replies and Emily and Hanna gain eye contact for the first time. "I love you guys." She grabs Emily's hands.
"Love you." I reply. I'm surprised to hear how weak my voice is, apparently this whole thing effected me more than I thought it did.
Just then the vehicle started to rattle and shake us around as if we were in a blender or on top of a stereo. We all we tossed backwards, me and Spencer against the wall, Hanna and Emily straight forwards. The breaks started to squeal and squeak.
"Ah!" I exclaim hitting my head. "Ow!" I exclaim again as I'm jerked again, to the right this time. Hanna groans in pain and some strange purple lights come on as the truck stops. Is there just a bumpy road leaning up to the prison? Or is this something else. Hanna pants.
"What the hell was that?" Hanna asks, reading my thoughts.
"We just had an accident." Emily replies as if it were obvious. Well, sorry we're not all as smart as you.
"Yeah I did in my pants." I snarl.
Suddenly there was a bang coming from above and Spencer gasps. A man coughed and we all looked towards the door, maybe we didn't just crash and it really was a bumpy road. Maybe someone had come to save us?
"Oh my god." I whisper. Someone was rattling the lock. That wasn't the P.D.
"Oh my god! Get back! Get back!" Spencer exclaims and we all got up and shuffled back feeling extremely vulnerable as we were chained with only the leniency of about a metre. I started hyperventilating and the door unlocked.
It was someone in a black hoodie. It was "A".
"Oh my god!" I exclaimed. Since when does "A" help us?
But then I realised I was being to innocent because "A" pulled out a gun. I gasped and we all ducked down. "A" wouldn't miss. I heard a gunshot through all of our screaming...

The entire van started the fill with pungent white smoke and I dared to look to my left and everyone was there and nobody was injured.
"Oh my god!" Emily exclaims "Oh my god!"
I start to feel strangely woozy and can't help but think that I'm dying. Hanna drooped over already.
Forget prison being poisoned in a van is endgame. I wonder if they'll even bury our bodies...
I know this is copied word for word from the TV show apart from the descriptions. (I mean word for word I'm sitting her with my laptop next to me watched it like 2 seconds at a time) but this is a taste. I can't really change much I don't really have anything to work with yet but I promise I'll even answer some questions and make a whole series out of it.
Boo-de-loop
Comment and like or I'll stab you in the night, kisses -A