Be my rock?

Summary: Aria Montgomery returns from a year abroad and seems to have changed a lot. Can she get back on the right track with some much needed help from her friends and family? More importantly, is she able to rekindle her romance with Ezra after her life-changing year?

-Chapter 1-

It didn't hit me until I looked at my watch. One hour left. It had been a long plane ride. Seven hours to be exact. Okay, so not the longest plane ride I had been on but the ride was paired with my extremely anxious self being paranoid. Maybe paranoid wasn't the right word. I was scared as hell.

I was getting back from a year abroad in France. I was going through a really rough time before I left that my parents thought it was necessary that I got out of the hellhole that Rosewood really was. Is. But my parents, they didn't know the half of it. I was going through a tough time. Hell, I probably would have killed myself on multiple occasions had it not been for Ezra.

Ezra was my boyfriend of a year when all of this happened. All year I had been going through a lot dealing with –A the stalker, the mystery surrounding Ally, and all the crap I got from my brother. But things didn't start getting bad until summer rolled around. Emily moved to Texas, Hannah went to go spend some time with her dad, and Spencer went to do a study program at NYU. I was all alone. Well, not alone. I had Ezra. But that's when things started getting really bad. –A started targeting me and me only. I was given tasks that were hurting myself and my family, I was threatened and I was used. There was noting I could have done about it. No one I could have told. I was alone.

Ezra knew something was up and he was trying to help me but he had no idea what was going on. Nevertheless, he was there for me and was my rock. As I said, I probably would have killed myself many times had it not been for Ezra.

But then he had to go. His father was sick and it was summer so he left to go help take care of him. We texted 24/7 and he would call me three times a day to make sure I was alright. He knew I was a little unstable but he didn't know I was at my breaking point. When one day he didn't call or text back, I got worried. When it continued for a few days, I broke down. My parents noticed that I was someplace else, they heard me crying at night, and they understood what I needed. A way out.

They sat me down at the kitchen table and asked me what was going on. When I gave no answer, they started asking other questions. Ones easier to answer. Is this about Alison? Is it because your friends are gone? Does this have to do with some boy? We talked for about an hour until my dad came up with a really good idea. Or at least I thought so at the time. He thought a year abroad would do me good. I had spent a year already in Iceland and I had really grown up and matured. It was a great experience and my dad thought I could use another year to get away. I was all for it.

I picked France and within a week was on my way. My parents didn't want me to have too much of Rosewood hanging over my head so they gave me money to buy a whole new wardrobe and basically start my life over again. To be a whole new person. Well that's what I did. I was not Aria Montgomery anymore. Not mentally at least. What was supposed to help stable me did the exact opposite. In Iceland I matured a lot. In France I just grew up.

Because I had only given the program a week to know I was coming, the home I was staying in was not exactly the best fit home. Alexis, the father was never home though I liked him the most. He was always on business trips and when home, always at work. Next there was Amy who was the mother who was completely oblivious to everything. Last but not least, there was Janette. Janette was in my grade at school and ended up becoming my best friend at school. We went shopping when I first arrived and I got an entirely new wardrobe. Janette helped pick out my clothes and they were so not me. I began wearing extremely low cut tops with short skirts and high heels. I wore slutty dresses and flirted with every guy I would see.

Janette and I became the coolest kids at school. We gathered our own little posy and began doing things we shouldn't have been doing. I was in such a tough place that I needed a drink to cool me off every once in a while. One drink led to two and that led to many more. Eventually, I was drinking every night and during the day to. When my friends started smoking pot, I didn't even resist. I drowned myself in the drugs and alcohol to cover up how unstable I really was.

I kept my grades high enough so my parents wouldn't ever need to know and I hardly talked to them the whole time I was away. My excuse: I need to get away from Rosewood and talking to you is not helping. Before I left, I was in need of a little help but once I was in France, I was completely gone.

"Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for landing." I heard the pilot say. This was it. I would get home, have a day to get over jetlag and then school would start. I had never told any of my friends that I was leaving. Nor had I told Ezra. I got an entirely new phone. Hell, I got an entirely new life. I wanted to tell myself to just be myself but I didn't even know who that was anymore.

Ok, so this is my first fanfic EVER! I'm really excited about this story and I hope you like it. PLEASE PLEASE review

Love you all, Lindsey