I'm sorry it's been so long. School started and I completely lost track of time. This is going to be a new story based on last night's PLL. I can't believe Mona is actually dead. So here's that new story. This story will mostly be 3rd person POV but I might also have Aria, Ezra, and other main characters POV.

Disclaimer: All rights go to Marlene King and Sara Shepard.

Aria's POV

I had just finished calling Mona. During the call I heard the faint voice of Bethany in the background. We were talking about Ali being A, the whole Bethany Young ordeal, and the connection to Mrs. D. We arrived at the house. My feet click-clacked against the wood stairs leading to the front door. We suspected something when we noticed the Vanderwaal's door open a crack. I have warned so many people to lock there doors, and Mona seems to be the type of person that wants the highest amount of safety considering the dangers of Rosewood. Who knew such a small town could me full of so many cruel things. I mean between Bethany, Maya, Wilden, Garrett-which by the way all revolved around the four os us some how the population is decreasing immensely. I cautiously walked into Mona's house, Hanna leading the way, followed by Emily, and Ezra trailing behind me. I knew this was weird for him, he never really liked Mona. I gasped, shards of glass covered the floors and streaks of what looked like bloody fingerprints covered the walls.

"Mona!" Hanna yelled, her tone of voice obviously showed she was scared, and feared the worst.

" What the hell?" I asked, what happened in here. I also feared the worst.

"Oh man," Ezra commented, he looked around back and forth, from floor to ceiling.

Mona must have put up at fight. Our feet crackled and smashed the broken glass to almost nothing. Hanna screamed Mona's name again as she ran up the tight-spaced staircase. Emily tailgated behind her. I had never been into Mona's house, except a couple of hours earlier. It was clean and pristine, no it looks like a tornado tore through her whole house. We were going over anyway to talk to Mona about her Ali being A theory. She had evidence, which her and Spencer had stolen from Radley. It seems like everything lead back there, to that damn mental hospital. Holbrook was asking me questions, I knew he suspected something. We all knew something was seriously wrong I felt my eyes begin to get pricked by water droplets. I held them back knowing that I should be strong. I've seen worse. After the deaths of so many people I knew it should be like I'm made of metal by know. Ezra walked in the opposite direction trying to see how much damage there was, he pulled out his phone and dialed 911, he finally reached an operator. His voice sounded frantic he was not just worried for Mona, he was worried for all of us. I walked into the den wishing that the glass pieces were the worst of it. No, tables were turned, feathers from the decorative pillows that sat on the couch floated around my head. I almost made it to the kitchen. I stopped dead in my step the second I heard the bloody-murder cry, most like coming from Hanna. That's when I knew it was fatal. I heard Ezra approach me. His face mirrored mine, frozen, scared, grief. Hanna came down the stairs her body caconed by Emily's strong swimmer arms. Hanna looked broken, her face red and her eyes puffy. The police, finally doing something, rushed into the home shooing us all out.

Hanna POV

I couldn't believe my eyes. I saw it, all the blood. That was before my vision clouded, the tears taking over. She was a great friend even being A in the beginning. I know she did some terrible things, but at the end of the day she was always there for me. I felt Emily embrace my body her heat radiating onto my body. I shook and screamed, trying to run back to Mona. I was yelling at Emily to take me back in there, but she wouldn't. I could barely form a coherent sentence.

"Emily," I sobbed. all she did was nod her head. I knew it was the end. There was no way of bringing her back. Why me, why did I have to find her body?

We both made it downstairs, and that's where I collapsed. My heart broke, my legs went numb, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't care less if glass was digging scars into my legs I just wanted my closest friend back. Aria was next to me within a split second. Ezra was next to her trying to help me to my feet. I didn't even bother asking Aria why Ezra was her. If it was any other given day I would assume they had another-what does Spencer call it, a slip. I heard sirens close by, saw the flashing lights illuminate the windowless house, and I heard the other three people with me crying. All I could do was cry, I couldn't help, I couldn't move. I was paralyzed in grief. Officer Holbrook enter the house followed by more of the officers, to which I recognized none except Barry Maple. He helped me to my feet. With that we were escorted out of the house. I took each step at a time. Caleb waited at the bottom ready to embrace me. The second he did I sobbed harder.

"She's...she's gone...I was too late," I cried into his chest, soaking his jacket within twenty seconds tops.

"I know, I'm here. I'll protect you," he said as he comfortingly ran a hand up and down my shaking spine.

Then I heard those four dreadful words, the words I never wanted to hear. 'Mona Vanderwaal was murdered.' Out of the corner of my eye I saw the sobbing Mrs. Vanderwaal. she had just left the house then her daughter was murdered. Can't imagine how she's feeling. Oh yeah I can, she's feeling grief like the rest of us.

Aria's Pov

I saw Hanna breakdown, I saw Mona's mom breakdown, I saw the group of people standing around the yellow 'do not cross tape' I broke down. I was friends with Mona. Ezra held me he whispered comforting words in my ears he wrapped both arms tightly around me. He laid his head on top of mine letting my cry. That's when I saw it, the blond flash. I could tell those lushes stresses of blond hair anywhere. Except her eyes weren't wet, she wasn't crying, she hadn't been crying, she held a straight poker face. Except I swear I saw her smirk. I can't deal with this right now.

Emily's POV

Paige was there in the sea of people gathered around the yard. She passed through and I collapsed into her arms and cried like the rest of the girls.

"Paige, you should've seen the house. I knew something was wrong, then I saw her body with Hanna," I couldn't finish my sentence. Paige just nodded. I was happy she was here, I knew she would just listen to me and allow me to mourn. I couldn't believe that this could actually happen. Well now they have another murder to solve now. I wish I could just leave Rosewood, but you can leave Rosewood, but Rosewood never leaves you.

This chapter was so hard for me to write. I still can't believe what happened. I'll try to update everyday or every other day. Please comment and follow. Kisses, Jordan