The Curse
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.
A/N: If you have issue with this story or any parts of it, too bad. I don't give a shit. This is literally just a reiteration of a dream I had. I happened to like it enough to write it down and share it with whoever happens to read it. I'm posting this in just the PLL section first, but it will become a crossover, and then I may change it if possible, but it mostly surrounds Hanna as all my PLL stories do. (BTW, I do love Haleb but I also really like the pairing you'll see here.)
Origin stories aren't all what they're cracked up to be.
I wanted to write that moment off as déjà vu. I'd been here before, I told myself, but even the lie couldn't tread water. No matter how bad it was before, it didn't compare to this. The blood covered the wall like an unfinished coat of paint and streaked down her neck and soaked through her silk blouse. More blood speckled the floor in a line to a small wooden bowl in the center of the room, filled halfway with more of the blood. I didn't want to look at her face. I didn't want to accept that this was what would result in her final moment. But I couldn't peel my eyes away from the letter pinned to her shirt, the letter stained with life giving red polka dots. I wiped at my eyes and kneeled in the blood pooling at her side and I unhooked the pin from her shirt and began to read.
Hanna,
I am sorry you had to be the one to find Mona. I know you two were once
best friends. But . . . I had to do what needed to be done. You'll understand soon
enough. Maybe after a little while you'll accept it. I did this for you after all.
I have laid a curse on the town of Rosewood and all those in it, aside from
you. You deserve so much more than what they've given you here. The rejection,
the lies, the torment, and the abandonment. It has unjustly followed you in this town.
You are pure and sacred and deserve more than the scum who claim they love you. To
teach them what they've done, they have 30 days left to survive. A deadly sickness will
plague the townsfolk followed by other events that will paint the town red with their blood.
They deserve it. You can leave, finally walk away if you choose and never worry about them
hurting you ever again. Or you can save them if you really want to. You have 30 days to break
the curse, if you so choose. I know what I'd do if I were you.
P.S. Don't worry. Mona knew what she was dying for and she was proud for it. (I think.)
I read the note at least six times in a span of five minutes. No signature. No inkling of an identity. I wanted to dismiss the curse. It can't be true. But I remember Ravenswood and everything Caleb told me of his time there. At the thought of him my chest burned, and I took a deep breath. I finally looked at Mona's face, and I brushed the bangs from her face. Her hollow eyes stared up at the ceiling, and I felt a whimper catch in my throat. I lifted my hand and lowered her eyelids. I sat back and let the tears escape my eyes with low sobs. I glanced around her childhood room but nothing appeared out of the ordinary.
My phone buzzed in my jacket pocket, and first I ignored it but when it continued I retrieved it and answered it without looking at the name. "Hello?"
"Hanna? Is everything okay?" Alison asked.
"Mona's dead." I replied and wiped my nose on my jacket sleeve.
"What?" Alison shouted. "Hanna, where are you?"
"I'm at her house. Her mom's not home." I replied.
There was a jingle of keys in the background. "I'm coming to you. Stay there. Do you want me to call the others?"
I nodded and then realized she couldn't see me. "Sure."
"Okay. I'll be right there." Alison reassured me.
I nodded and hung up the phone before dropping it to the floor. I leaned back against the wall and cried as I tried not to look at the body.