This was the beginning of a story that I wrote a while ago and I forgot about it. I realised the characters could be altered to fit a PLL fan fiction. I did spend a lot of time on this so enjoy and let me know if you would like updates. xx

Faded shadows drifted in and out of Aria's vision as she lay on the ruined floor of The Brew. Unable to move, she squinted in an attempt to recall the hazy happenings of before. She finally was able to make out the prominent features of Ezra's face opposite her. Although a deep gash above his right eye was oozing scarlet blood, his face was beautiful. Their eyes met and they gazed at each other like the situation they were in was non-existent. Knocking aside a piece of fallen plaster, Aria moved her hand to Ezra's and they held each other whilst screaming erupted around them. The dreaded noise of an ambulance siren sounded, and the two were brought back to reality: someone had bombed The Rear Window Brew, and the people inside were in danger. Grave danger.

Another large chunk of ceiling cluttered to the floor, leaving Aria trapped in the rubble. But that wasn't the thing that scared her, what scared her was that she couldn't see Ezra, and he was her only comfort in the chaos. The darkness began to suffocate her, and she could feel her breathing hitch from the dust. Then Aria began to feel it, the worst imaginable feeling; the blood. A small crack in the wreckage left a spotlight on her side. Sharp pieces of broken glass were wedged into her leg and a fragment of window was jutting out of her stomach. She couldn't feel anything.

Trying to find a way to break free, Aria desperately began pushing at her cage of fallen objects, and managed to move the armchair that was covering her shin. That was when the pain began. Suddenly a horrific wave of agony rippled through her body and caused a shriek of affliction to escape from her mouth.

The next thing she knew, Aria was blinded by the uncontrollable tears that streamed down her dirty face. Her whole body throbbed with the excruciating pain but she managed to make out the voice of an angel.

"Aria! Aria, can you hear me?!" Her sudden outburst must have alerted the people left in the building. The angel's voice sounded concerned. Aria wanted to reach out to the angel, to Ezra, and comfort him. That wasn't and option, however, as the pain just got worse. It made her want to vomit.

Deteriorating fast, Aria closed her hazel eyes and tried to block out everything. She still heard the screams, she still smelt the smoke from the fire, she still felt the pressure of the wreckage surrounding her, she still felt her torn limbs in her own pool of blood. But she tried to remain peaceful. The seconds ticked by slowly, but Aria didn't move to not provoke anymore pain. She waited.

Silence. Nothing but the unsettled tick of a fallen clock. Silence. Steady breaths came from Aria's mouth. Silence. The screams and the sirens disappeared, and Aria was alone. Silence.

Suddenly, her meditation was disrupted as the pressure on her arm was lifted off. Aria timidly opened her eyes to bright, white light. One by one the rubble was lifted off her, and she remained silent. The pain was muted and she wanted to keep it that way. Unfortunately, all that changed when the final bit of plaster was taken away and a yell echoed around her.

"Come quick! Come quick! Ezra? I found her. But she doesn't look….." Aria was forced to wake from her trance as she recognised the panicked voice of Toby, Ezra's best friend. Her breathing quickened and the pain returned, worse than ever, but she could do nothing to control it. She heard a girl crying, and she was thankful that she wasn't the only one who was in unexplainable pain. She looked around and saw paramedics rushing towards her, and she wondered why they were ignoring the other girl. That was when Aria realised that she was the girl crying, and she was writhing on the floor in agony. A sudden splurge of voices all told her it was going to be fine, that she was going to be okay. Aria wasn't listening. Despite her injuries, she held Ezra's hand tightly through the struggle to get her out of the destructed coffee shop. The only words that left her were to him. The only person she was looking at was him. The only thing she wanted was him. She wanted him to comfort her, to hold her. That's all she wished for. And when he was taken by a paramedic to a separate ambulance, more tears fell down her face; silent, angry tears.

Blood. Aria could smell blood. The sickly salty scent drifted up her nose, making her cough and splutter. Aria immediately felt someone squeeze her hand, and the touch made her muscles relax. She recognised Ezra's blistered hands from his typewriter, his fingers constantly dusty. His worried face was the first thing she saw, his cheeks wet from tears. Thankfully his wound on his forehead had been stitched, and Ezra's complexion was smooth again.

"You're gonna be okay, I promise." His words were barely louder than a whisper, but made her feel safe all the same. Although she didn't know the full extent of her injuries, Aria could feel her leg under the blankets, heavy with bandages.

"How bad is it?" She murmured, not wanting to look under the scratchy hospital blanket. Her medicine was keeping the pain at bay for now, but she knew that later she would be in agony.

"You have ninety stitches in your leg, four broken ribs and…. they had to do surgery on your stomach" He had a look in his eye liked he felt guilty, like he should've done something to help. Aria guessed what he was thinking.

"Its not your fault, its nobody's fault apart from… you know. Besides, its not like you could have turned into superman and stop the Ceiling from falling on me. Worse things could have happened, and other people got hurt too - I'm not the only in hospital, am I?"

Ezra's concerned face finally broke into a smile. "Always thinking about others, never about yourself." He was always saying things like that, complimenting Aria at the strangest of times. That's why she loved him.

Once Ezra had to leave, and her mom decided that she should get back to her brother Mike, Aria lay in her bed alone staring at the several medical charts. One on the lungs stuck out to her, with the bronchi and the alveoli spreading out like branches on a tree. Trees always fascinated her, the way the branches entwined with each other like they nether wanted to let go. She moved her eyes to the clock, but froze when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure at the door. However, those tense feelings quickly disappeared when she recognised the golden blonde hair of her best friend Hanna.

"You should never be left alone, Grenade, you make things explode when you go near them." She giggled.

"How come you're not in a hospital gown? I would've thought all of the customers would be in here after that." Aria inquisitively joked with her.

"The rest of the customers aren't as ditsy as you and know to move out the way when the ceiling is falling down." Another voice from the hallway spoke and the familiar face of Spencer Hastings appeared at the entrance to the bright room, her left arm in a sling.

"This isn't funny, okay guys? Aria's lucky to be alive and so are the rest of us." Emily's concerned face, that seemed to be unscathed from the accident, turned the laughter into silence.

That was when Aria realised that she survived just by chance. 'A' was dangerous before, but this took this stupid little game to the next level. The room remained silent as the girls exchanged glances and the same big question echoed around each of their minds:

Is 'A' capable of killing us?

This is my first ever post so please leave nice comments! The next chapter will be uploaded ASAP and I hoped you enjoyed reading this!