A/N: Hey guys this is my very first story. I'm not really a big fan of writing but I love to read all the PLL fanfics out her. Somehow I fell if I contribute to this fanfic I could know the fans better and communicate with you guys.

About this story, I can reveal much since its more based on dark secrets and lies and of course some love stories. But if your an EMISON fan you will love it. The story starts with someone arriving to Beacon Heights and how secrets of this small town are slowly revealed and obviously there will be consequences. I can't say much but yes if there is EMISON there is ALISON and EMILY. The others liars will also make an appearance in the later chapters. So please leave your reviews. So I can work on doing better.

This story is rated M for mature audience and obviously I do not own PLL.

CHAPTER 1

I feel like the chick from the Vampire Diaries when I write down this story. It's weird that there was a time when I found it to be so stupid and boring when I heard people writing down their life's story in their "Personal Diary", that's what they called it anyway. Like writing it down would somehow make their lives any better. But here I am doing the exact same thing, don't get me wrong I still feel this is stupid but I've been told by my therapist that everybody has different ways of coping with their demons or nightmares that keep you awake at night and only when you face them you will find peace. BULLSHIT!. My nights were just fine with Captain Morgan being my buddy and Phillips Morris being my salvation. But if anyone would have just given me a heads-up that I would be paying $80 an hour for a fucking 4th grade refresher course with my therapist I could have just said fuck that I am good with my rum cause that meant I would still have money to book an uber back home and have better nights being all high. But instead I had to listen to my asshole of a friend and do the "RIGHT THING" whatever the fuck that is because I can't stand the look of disappointment on his face when he looks at me with those big blue puppy eyes. I swear sometimes I feel like he has this huge crush on me and tries to be discrete about it. Well I'm happy that he is though, cause as much as I love him, I don't see myself in the dating field anymore. I did once, but that seemed years ago when I was in high school. His name was Dylan Lockwood. The rich spoilt brat or so they called him. He asked me out to prom and of course I said yes to him but not because of his popularity or to gain the spot light but to save my friend from a heartbreak. But that's another story to tell and if you keep reading you will know every single SECRET.

So yes, I have decided to write down my story to make myself feel good about the $80 that I'm sure isn't worth it. My life has been a mess in every single sense of it and I would love to tell you the reason how I landed here but before doing that I would follow protocol just like some authors who don't get right to their fucking story line but rather just go off track and bore you until you start question yourself "Why am I torturing myself with this crap", but right after that chapter you hit the trails and then you realise why. I have read enough books to see that most of them start with describing the weather outside like somehow that makes the story interesting. So, I'm going to be your weather man rather woman today.

It is 36°F on a Sunday morning in the late November of 2018, we should be expecting some light rains till noon, wind being 7mph which means it's not too bad outside. Living in the north west region ever since I was born, you would think that I would get used to the rain and the chilly climate, DISCLAIMER: No fucking freak not even burning Torque from Fantastic 4 can get used to this freezing weather. But as cold as the weather was outside the heat in this lavish overly priced black color BMW somehow was keeping me warm. The Journey from Revels to Beacon Heights was rather too short, just about an hour. I looked out of the tainted window at the light rain making a sound that was peaceful but somehow nerve-wracking. The trees outside had an extra hint of green in them like somehow the rain brought them back to life. And I wondered when I would feel that life in me. The life which won't have to do with wondering around from place to place to find stability. I was so lost in my thoughts that I did not realize when the car pulled to a stop and I heard her voice, the only woman who had the right to control my life until I was an adult and was allowed to make my own decisions.

I hear her sight and then say, "Your stuff will be shipped by tomorrow morning from Revels. We have taken care of all the paper work and the formalities. I just require one thing from you. DO NOT DISAPPOINTMENT ME ANYMORE." She was waiting for my acknowledgement but no way I was going to give her that. As if she heard my thoughts she just continued, " I have pulled strings and you have got away with facing the consequences way too many times. I won't be able to help you anymore after this and I mean it. So be good to her and she will play her role." ROLE, right that's what everyone does, they play their role and once they get too bad at it everything blows up in my face. I rolled my eyes at her and said, "Yes, Madam May, I think the refresher course of the DO's and DONT's you gave me last week was a real eye opener. Can we just get this over with? I'm exhausted and need some rest" I sighted. She just shook her head as if just giving up on this argument, "Yes, you can go know. She is expecting you".

I looked outside the window towards the house, it had white walls outside and large French windows and a huge gate to the entrance. There was a wind chime hung to the ceiling of the porch. The house looked too good and huge for just 2 people to be staying in it. But then again, what do I care. I won't be here too long, it's always the same story. Madam May has given me a final warning of not screwing this up. But from what I remember she gave me the same speech the last 3 times. Without another word or glance to her I just opened the door and walked to the gate of the front yard. It was fortunately open. So, I just strode right to the front porch with a sprint since it was still pouring and my stuff was yet to arrive. The only thing I had with me was a backpack, which had a granola bar, a bottle of water and my pajamas for the night. As I stood at the front porch I looked back at the BMW, but wow it wasn't even there. Why am I so surprised, Madam May never stuck any longer then she had to! I looked back at the door and readied myself for yet another nightmare in my life, as I rang the doorbell and waited for the black wooden door to open so I could finally see HER.

A/N: Yes, I am aware of what I just did. But the 1st chapter had more than 1000 words. I had to cut it short. Don't worry you will meet the girl behind the door soon.