Pretty Little Liars (Emison)

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ALISONS POV

I open my bedroom door & my heart sank. My room. The same room my 15 year old self decorated. I walk over to my desk, and run my finger across it. Not a speck of dust. I walk along the walls of my room & look at the pictures hung up. I see 3 new frames, with 3 new pictures. The first one was a picture of my obituary. The second was a picture of me in the newspaper, "Would Now Be 16" and the third. The girls standing by my coffin, crying. I look at Aria, who's hanging onto Spencer. Spencer who's eyes are lost, staring at my picture. Hanna who's hand is covering her mouth, and Emily. She's on the ground, her hand on her heart.

I wasn't in that coffin.

I move over to my air conditioning vent, and crouch down onto the floor. I unscrew the nails with my fingernails, and pull it out. Tears flow from my eyes. I pull out the box full of old A messages & read through them. I put them aside and see an envelope with my name written on it. I open it & soon a wave of memories flash back into my mind. The bracelet I gave the girls. Alison written on mine. The picture of The Eiffel Tower, with Emily & my promise written on it. A corner of the paper was old and torn, ridged. I read the promise. "say you'll remember me, even in your wildest dreams. you & me in sweet pari, someday. it'll happen, watch."
My heart is a wreck. I put the stuff back into the box and slide it back in the air vent. I don't even bother closing it. Everyone knows all my secrets now.

I sit on my bed and run my hands through my hair. I lay down and slide my hand underneath the pillow, feeling something underneath. I lean up and grab the object, revealing it. It was an envelope.

I instantly recognized the handwriting as I opened the envelope. Tear stains were all over the paper, I counted 12. I read the date, November 12th, 2011. I put it down, and covered my eyes. I can't read this. Emily wrote this when she thought I was dead.

If she was here now, she wouldn't want me to read it. But I couldn't help myself.

"Hey Alison. It's me, Emily. I don't know why I'm writing this, it's not like you can read it. You're dead.

I've never said that until now. It's been a whole year Ali, and it still feels like you're not gone. I feel like your still here, your just off with some guy or on vacation. Sometimes I like to think you just got so drunk you accidentally got lost, and when you sobered up you didn't know how to get home. It's far fetched, I know. But it's better than you being dead. I need you here Ali, we all need you here. You were our rock. Yeah, you were a bitch sometimes. A lot of the time. But you made us feel special and wanted. You took us in when no one else would, like Hanna. You made her brand new. You should see her now, Ali. She's beautiful. All the guys want her, she's everything anyone talks about anymore.

You were there when Aria found her dad kissing some slut, you were there when she needed to cry and to rant. She loved you.

You made Spencer try harder at everything she did. She saw you as competition. Since you've been gone, she's gotten discouraged. Her grades are worse.

Then there's me, your punching bag. Your practice dummy. You told me forever & took it back. You told me those kisses were just for practice. You didn't want me, but you led me to believe you did. I was so confused. I'm still confused. When you went missing, I felt like you had the answer to the question I screamed at night, what I had nightmares over, what I thought the worst of; "why?" Why do that to me, Ali? But you were gone, you couldn't answer it. Then when they found your body Alison, I lost all hope. I was never getting the answer. I wish you were here Alison. I love you."

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