Hey guys just wanted to write a story using a different perspective and hopefully you all like it. The more feedback the better. Yes I will be going along the whole story of PLL, but I haven't read the books and I will use some stuff from the show but some stuff will be unique. I own nothing.
Sometimes, we lie...and in doing so we build up walls around ourselves with those lies. Almost like a cage, we think we are protected, safe while keeping all the bad out. But instead we trap ourselves inside with all the bad and keep everyone out who tries to help us, to save us…from ourselves. And at night when we sit alone with our problems, sad and hurt, we ask ourselves "Does anyone care?"
Guess the better question is "Does anyone know?"
I ran to the inside the motel room and shut the door. It was done. She was dead. Was this dream too good to be true? No more cruel comments, no more evil stares, no more giving out commands to anyone she could control. No more Alison. I stared at the wall covered in her face, smiling and pretending to be this sweet angel. I couldn't help but smirk at the realization that the only thing left of her were these pictures and memories she left behind.
I walked towards the bathroom while taking off my gloves and unzipping my black hoodie, dropping them on the floor. I flicked on the cheap bathroom light. It came flickering on and off until it finally stayed a steady dim glow. I walked in front of the sink and looked at my reflection in the mirror. There it was. The different look I thought I would have in my eyes after tonight; the look of peace, like a burdening problem that had been weighing me down was finally lifted off my shoulders. I looked down at my hands. They were steady, relaxed, not what they should have been after doing what they did tonight. I looked back into the mirror and couldn't help but smile a little.
I shut off the light and walked back to the bedroom. I walked over to the desk and looked down at the first name on the list I had written down earlier, the list of people I wanted to be apart of my group. Mona. She had been bullied by Ali for so long and I knew getting her to join to get revenge against Ali's group of friends would be piece of cake. All I needed to do was give her the thing she wanted most…acceptance. Her and the others wouldn't really have a choice in the matter…they either had to join the team or they could disappear. I would be the puppeteer and they…my puppets. Hahaha why not name it the A Team in memory of dear "sweet" Alison's memory, I thought smirking. With them, I wouldn't even have to get my hands dirty.
I walked over to the small couch, laying down with bent arm resting behind my head, propping it up. I revered in the night's events. It had been windy outside and a chill had run through the air, but tonight, I had never felt warmer. This town would never be the same after tonight and I would make sure of it. Or should I say my A team will. I could just kick back and watch it all unfold before my eyes. My whole plan was brilliant, I was brilliant and when everything was finished, right down to the tiniest, gruesome details, the result would be indescribable and no one would be left unscathed. I smiled, knowing that tonight was only the beginning.
Alison DiLaurentis was gone, and I think I was never going to sleep better.
hope it caught your attention and I'm just getting warmed up. thank you for taking the time to read :)
