I'm Coming Home
Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars. All rights go to Sara Shepard, Marlene King, and ABC Family.
It was a warm spring day in Rosewood, Pennsylvania. The sun was shining bright, there were no clouds in the sky, birds were chirping and freshly bloomed flowers made the day look picture perfect. Life was great, or so it seemed. Later today, a funeral would be taking place for the recently deceased Jessica DiLaurentis. Today was also the homecoming of her now eighteen year old daughter, Alison. Alison went missing in September of 2009, and her supposed dead body was found a year later. But, as it turns out, Alison wasn't dead at all, and had faked her death to run away and hide from "A", the anonymous person that had been stalking her before her disappearance. The residents of the small town in Pennsylvania that she grew up in were shocked, and to say the least pissed when it was announced during a press conference held by the Rosewood police department that she was really alive, and in hiding for the past two years. Many of the residents in Rosewood believed that Alison faked her death and hid for two years for attention. Little did they know how wrong they were.
Alison's POV:
I took a deep breath and tried to stop the tears from falling from my eyes without success. Here I was sitting on the bed in my old bedroom, crying in front of my four best friends, Aria, Emily, Hanna, and Spencer. In the years before my disappearance, I would've never showed my emotions like this. I was never one to show what I was feeling. But, a lot has changed for me in the past years. I was nearly murdered, then buried alive by my now dead mother. In her defense, she didn't know I was alive when she buried me, but it was still extremely traumatizing for me. Now my mom is dead, probably because of me. Not to mention the fact that I've been on the run to save my life for the past two years. It felt so strange being back in Rosewood, in my old bedroom. Suddenly I felt two arms wrapping around me. It was Emily. I wrapped my arms around her and started sobbing uncontrollably into her shoulder. "It's okay Ali, you're allowed to cry. I can't even begin to imagine what you're going through right now" Emily said. Then Aria, Hanna, and Spencer joined in the hug. I can't lie, I probably wouldn't be able to go through this if I didn't have them. I sniffled and wiped the tears away from my eyes with the piece of tissue Spencer handed me. "Thank you for being here for me guys, I really appreciate it. You're the best friends I've ever had, you never deserved the way I treated you. I was such a shitty friend and I'm sorry" I said with a small smile. That small smile quickly turned into a frown as the dreaded lump in my throat appeared again. This time, I held my tears back. It was almost time for the funeral. Spencer spoke up first this time. "Alison, don't even worry about that right now. The past is in the past." "Yeah, let's just bury the ratchet that has to do with the past, ok? You have enough on your mind, and you don't need to be worrying about stuff that you said to us years ago" Hanna protested. Spencer rolled her eyes and smirked at Hanna, "you mean hatchet, Han?" She questioned. Hanna then glared at Spencer, not daring to respond. Shortly after, there was a soft knock on my door. "Come in!" I yelled to whoever was behind the door. The door opened and the girls and I turned to see my dad Kenneth, who was dressed in a black tuxedo. "It's time to go, girls. The limo is here to take us to the church. Jason is waiting for us downstairs" he said softly. We grabbed our purses and followed him out the door. I knew that he and my mom were getting a divorce; But, I know he still loved her. I could never tell him that it was my mom that buried me in our backyard; I know that it would destroy him even more than her death did. We got downstairs and I looked at Jason sadly, who then looked away from me. He hasn't said more than 3 words to me. My dad said that he's still in shock from me being alive, and that it's going to take time for him to get used to having me around. I just hope that he doesn't hate me for faking my own death. I guess only time will tell. We all walked out of the door and got into the limo that was waiting outside for us. I started to get nervous about seeing everyone today. I know that a lot of people are mad at me for faking my own death. Some people even think I made the whole "A" story up so I wouldn't get thrown in jail for faking my death. Little did they know that whoever this creep is had been torturing me for years prior to my "death" and was now torturing my four best friends. I would've left again, for good this time with the plane ticket to Paris that Noel bought for me, but after seeing Ezra take a bullet for me and my friends, I realized I couldn't leave them. When the cops came to question us about Ezra being shot, they recognized Spencer, Hanna, Aria, and Emily as the four girls that were being looked for at home in Pennsylvania. I was promised a 24 hour police watchdog that would tail me. There would also be a cop car constantly parked outside of my house looking for anyone suspicious. The girls and I haven't heard from "A" since that night, and we can't decide if this is a bad thing or a good thing. I guess we'll just have to see if "A" makes any moves. I was consumed in my own thoughts from the time we left my house, and hadn't realized we were there until the limo pulled to a halting stop. The chauffeur opened the door for us, and I was suddenly greeted by glares when I got out of the limo. I'm pretty sure I looked like a deer in headlights right now. "Here comes the walking dead" I heard someone I didn't recognize whisper. I felt someone squeeze my shoulder, I quickly turned around to see Aria looking at me with a sad smile on her face. "It's okay Ali, don't listen to what they say. We're all here for you, okay? You don't have to go through this alone" she said. I whispered a quick thank you to her and before I knew it, I was standing at the doors of the church. I took a deep breath and pushed the doors open, my heart was beating fast in my chest. "Well, here goes nothing" I thought. Little did we all know, we were being watched by a tall slender woman with a black veil over her face.
A/N: This is my first story I've ever written, so I hope you all like it
Here are some of the songs I was listening to while I wrote this chapter:
Stay- Rihanna ft. Mikky Ekko
Dark Paradise- Lana Del Rey
White Teeth Teens- Lorde
Fancy- Iggy Azalea ft. Charli XCX
Summer Wine- Lana Del Rey ft. Barrie James O'Neill
I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter of my story. Feedback is very much appreciated. ;)
Until next time my loves.