A/N: Hey, guys! For those of you who have already read some of my work, welcome back! And for new readers, I hope you enjoy my work.

This fic has a different mood than my other stories – those are pretty lighthearted and romantic. This, on the other hand, takes a dip into Mona's mind shortly after she enters the Radley. I'll take the first few chapters to explain how she pulled off being A, and then, once S3 premieres, Mona'll journal about her visit with Hanna and her other ventures.

Anyway, enjoy!

Sunday, March 20

I guess my little ruse is over. Those little bitches finally figured out my game, and now they stuck me in some mental hospital - the Radley Sanitarium. Ha. Like a hospital can help me.

Spencer was the first one of them to put all the pieces together. I always knew she had that quality, that she was keener than the others. Ali knew it too, and that was why she feared her. Not as much as she feared me, though. Whenever we were eating lunch or whatever and I sent her a text, I loved to see the freaked-out expression that she got; the same went for her friends.

A part of me's going to miss having that power over them. Now, they think this game's over and that they'll never be in danger again, but I know that it's only getting started. A never works alone.

Another part of me – a big part – is going to miss being HBIC. There's a certain satisfaction that comes with being able to control anyone and everyone at Rosewood High, and now they'll just consider me some freak who was putting up an act.

And maybe it was an act, or at least most of it was. For a long time, after Alison DiLaurentis died, I really was that girl – the popular, fun, one who has few friends but many admirers. And then her body was found, and I was reduced to the antithesis of my bubbly alter ego.

Even from the grave, she still manages to control me.

I guess that I really do regret betraying Hanna, or at least some part of me does. We had some really fun times, but then she befriended those others. I can never forgive the fact that she stabbed me in the back like that.

As for those other bitches, I regret nothing.. Spencer, Aria, and Emily may have acted like they were my friends, but that was only to improve their relationships with Hanna.

I may have messed up a few times, but the time I spent as A will never be forgotten, and try as these doctors may, I won't change. They can attempt to eradicate the disorder, but it's seeped into me and become a part of my life. What they don't know is that I'm glad that I'm technically insane or whatever.

It just makes life more interesting.

Tuesday, April 8

I've spent over a week in this place now and I "haven't shown any signs of change," according to the doctors. They think that I can't hear them talking about me, but they're wrong – so wrong.

Don't they know that I don't want to change? Maybe being "vindictive, malicious, and violent" (Dr. Sullivan's diagnosis) is fine by me. No, I'm not a typical teenage girl. But who wants to be typical when they could possess all the power in the world?

Or at least that's how she described it when she talked me back into being A. She approached me in that red coat – that unforgettable red coat – and told me that I could "control them." That I'd have "all the power in the world." She made it sound like it would be a fun walk in the park.

And I did have a lot of fun with it. It was having fun for the wrong reasons, but it was satisfying. Now, though, she's mad. Not at me, of course – she knows that I carried out every detail of her perfectly-executed plan to perfection – but at the world in general.

She's mad that those bitches were victorious, once again. She wants to see them punished for their misdeeds, and she's going to make sure that they are, whether it's by herself (doubtful, seeing as she doesn't like to get her hands dirty) or with our other allies.

They're going down.

Thursday, April 10

My new psychiatrist told me that I should chronicle where my tenure as A began, because she thinks that if I get my messed-up history down on paper, it would help me "come to terms with my true feelings."

Doubtful, but I want to get out of here, so I think I'll comply.

After group therapy, which the nurse just came to pick me up for. All of the other patients here are such losers – half of the girls have eating disorders, and the others are, like, schizos or something. How am I supposed to know? I'm not a doctor!

Oops, she's yelling at me to come with her. Ta-ta for now!

Wednesday, April 11

Okay, so now I'm going to start with the doctor's treatment, or detailing my history as A. It started the summer before high school, I guess. I spotted Ali making out with Ian in his bedroom – he and I were neighbors – so I sent her a juicy text from an extra cell phone that I had. What did it say? Right – "Cross me and I'll tell all about your older boytoy. Don't ask who I am, and don't try to figure it out. Love ya! –A"

Oh, I got such a rush from that. Seeing Alison's face darken once she checked that text, realizing that the great Alison DiLaurentis feared me… it made me ecstatic.

So I sent more texts, and Ali actually had the audacity to try to figure out who I was! It turned into an elaborate game of cat-and-mouse, with me, the elusive mouse, always managing to escape the cat's clumsy claws. Until Brookhaven. That was when she figured it out, once and for all.

And one day later, after I spread the news about my revealed identity to the trusted (and growing) A-team, she was reported missing.

Did I want Alison to die? I'm not exactly sure. I didn't want her to be happy, but I was having too much fun torturing her.

After Ali was gone from Rosewood, I actually managed to forget about the A-debacle for a while. I severed my ties with my old allies and rose to extreme popularity, along with Hanna. I wasn't sure what to think about my new blonde bestie at first. She wasn't what I expected from one of Alison's friends – she was actually vulnerable.

And I knew that, should I require it, that vulnerability would come to my advantage.

A/N: Well, reviews are, as always, much appreciated, so please leave one! And for my Rosewood Social Networking readers, I'll be updating soon, but not right away.