PLL Show Meets Books

Mona

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER HAS SPOILERS!!! IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN 512, TURN AROUND NOW!!!!

Hey guys! This chapter will be a little different from the others. It's not so much about both Monas finding out about their other self, but more of Mona meeting her other self in the afterlife.

And this chapter was really hard to write because Mona was one of my favorite characters on the show, and I just can't except the fact that she's gone.

I also had a chapter already written for Mona, and I might post it at some point, but it was all about TV Mona taunting Book Mona about how she was much more clever to have not gotten killed. Well, I guess I can't post THAT now.

I hope I don't get stuff wrong in this, but I don't want to wait until January to start writing again. So this is kind of speculation.

Enjoy!!!!!

Suddenly, as if by some invisible force, Mona Vanderwaal could see clearly again. For the past few minutes, all she could see was pitch black. Or, at least she thought it had been minutes. Perhaps it was only seconds. Possibly even hours. Days?

All she knew was that a bright light had now encased her completely, touching every single piece of her, and blinding her freshly opened eyes. It stung all over, but she couldn't look away. She couldn't escape the burning pain that felt like fire, and she wished she was dead so she wouldn't have to endure this any longer.

And just as quickly as it came, the pain was gone. She couldn't tell where she was, but she had enough wits about her to know she was lying on the ground. In front of the brunette girl was a gorgeous pair of Gucci wedges, being worn by pale feet, delicately painted a deep crimson red. Mona seemed to remember a pair in her closet that looked just like those. Of course, she hadn't worn them since... the night of the masquerade ball.

Another Mona Vanderwaal stared down at the fallen girl at her feet. This one smirked, tucking a piece of white blonde hair behind her ear. Yeah, she knew who this girl was. It had all been told to her. But it was obvious the close to fainting Mona had no idea what was going on. And the still standing Mona would help her of course. It is herself, after all. She could just have a little fun first.

"I was wondering when you'd show up" Book Mona teased.

TV Mona's head shot up, ignoring the pain it caused her to do so. She hadn't taken notice of the other girl. It was a miracle she was able to focus on the pair of shoes. Her brain wasn't working well enough to know they must be attached to a body.

"W-who are you? Where am I?" TV Mona uttered her first words since entering wherever this was. Her throat was scratchy and her voice sounded like sawdust, but she didn't see anything resembling water around. Only blank whiteness.

Book Mona had to resist the urge to laugh. This was too funny. THIS is the smart Mona everyone had been talking about? This was the Mona who's knowledge and courage triumphed her own? When Book Mona arrived, she immediately knew where she was, no questions asked and no begging required. She couldn't wait to prove her friends wrong in thinking that just because TV Mona lived longer, doesn't mean she was better. She just got luckier.

"Mona" the blonde stated, in regard to the 'who are you' question.

"Yeah?" Aww! How cute! TV Mona thought she was being addressed.

"I was answering your question. I'm Mona. And I don't think I should answer your other question yet. Not until you answer something for me."

TV Mona was confused. Why was another girl calling herself Mona? Wearing her shoes? Talking in the same way she did? Oh no. She really had gone mentally insane. For real this time.