Disclaimer: If I created Pretty Little Liars do you really think I'd be writing fanfiction?
Melissa Hastings stared at the IPhone in her Mom's hand through the dirty glass, she would have thought that it was a still picture if not for the timer slowly running across the screen and the depressing music faintly playing.
She stared at her sister; she looked like a crumpled piece of paper. Curled up next to her window, staring out of it, unmoving, apart from blinking; an untouched plate of food and rapidly cooling cup of tea discarded next to her. Unmoving. Her Mom flicked forward a long time. She was still there, music is playing faintly but this time three other girls crowded round her. Recognising the blonde hair, quirky outfit, and tan skin of each of her three friends; Hanna, Aria and Emily, she slowing realises what they were doing. Hanna literally started to shake Spencer, yet she still remained like a statue. Dead eyes slowly flickering to her face and then back to the window. Aria simply sat on the floor beside her, the other two repeating her actions. A silent vigil, remembering their lost friend.
Remorse quelled inside her but she forced that down with the list of each and every thing that her supposed sister had ever done to her. Yet crimes that seemed ghastly and traitorous before now seemed menial and petty, did she really have everything coming? The slut slept with your boyfriend the one I killed she stole your fiancée I framed her for murder she lied I'm part of team A. Compared to each offense her sisters punishments seemed so much worse than the crime. Now you're in jail so is she, only mine has bars. Now her sister uncurled her weak legs and retreated to her bed, flopped down ungracefully and curled underneath the covers in the foetal position.
Sister. Melissa had stopped seeing Spencer as her sister a long time ago, they were never the type to curl up under covers and whisper secrets, play games and tricks behind their parents backs – in the constant battle for affection there was no room for a concept as naïve as 'friends'.
Blood was supposed to be thicker than water right? Did she really have to do all of those things, at one point she'd thought, hoped, that if she successfully framed Spencer then she'd have her parents all to herself, she'd win. Everything was a competition. Once rivalry infects blood there are no winners, only losers. For Melissa it was her freedom, for Spencer her mind.
"Why Melissa?"
Melissa looked into her Mothers brown eyes, they looked hard, tough and cold. A flicker of an unreadable emotion inside each eye, yet not enough to gain sympathy. Does this woman deserve solace? Do the two people that set the cogs in motion for this event deserve peace of mind? No, never. Bad people must be punished and Melissa knows that scars of the mind cause much more damage than wounds inflicted on the body.
"You, ever since we were young it was always a competition, the winner receiving love and affection, the loser to drag themselves up to remain on their own, I wanted to win."
She watched the effect of her remark sink into the older woman. As the guard removed her from the room Melissa smiled, a strange small smile which sent a chill down the beholders spine.
I've never visited anyone in prison before so work with her here. Also first PPL fanfic.