Pretty Little Liars Fan-Fiction
"Ali's Story"
Prologue
The room is cold and my breath comes out in foggy wisps in front of me. The door is sealed tight and the tiny window locked. Moonlight is pouring in, the only source of light. I only have a few moments left. My hand shakes as I try to hold the pen steady. I smooth the paper out onto the desk and begin to write.
I am in danger. If this note has somehow managed to make its way to you, then read carefully. I can't say much in case it falls into the wrong hands.
Any minute now.
Seal $1000 into an envelope and bring it to the kissing rock. A woman will be there waiting. Give the envelope to her, and turn around and leave. Don't ask questions. Just leave and then stop looking.
I begin to write faster.
If you don't stop looking, I can't even begin to explain what will happen to me…to you. Just trust me. Please.
I hear footsteps. My breath quickens.
I'll take care of everything. Maybe one day things can go back to the way they used to be.
A sob catches in my throat and tears blur my eyes.
If things don't go as planned and I don't come back, you have to let it be. Don't go searching, and most importantly, don't trust anyone.
All my love,
Ali.
The door bursts open and I crumple the note and shove it into my pocket. He stands there, a malevolent silhouette in the pitch-black room. I can only see his teeth glinting underneath his black sweatshirt. He inches toward me and grabs my arm.
"Let go of me," I demand.
He laughs bitterly.
"I don't think so, sweetheart. We have a lot of catching up to do."
He tightens his grip and tears begin to run down my face.
"Let me go!" I yell, and manage to yank my arm free.
His malicious grin vanishes and he glares at me, his dark eyes appearing almost black.
"This is a very bad time to cross me, Alison."
He leans in toward me and I can smell the stench of beer on his breath. The rough wood of the chair is pressing into my back and it's starting to hurt.
"I never learn my lesson, do I?" I glare back at him. Rage courses through me.
"DO I?" I scream.
Then his eyes narrow and he raises his hand. He is holding something. Then the world goes even darker than it was before.