Spencer's POV

I was walking in the dark, following Mona. Mona had ruined my life. Now it was my chance to ruin hers. I was going to follow her all the way to A's lair. I was then going to call the police. I was going to take this bitch down, once and for all.

Mona turned right and entered the woods. What would she be doing in the woods? Why would -A's hideout be in the woods? I pushed these thoughts to the back of my mind. I had to focus or I would loose Mona.

I followed Mona into the woods. The cool breeze pushed a strand of my hair into my face. A twig snapped underneath my sneakers but luckily Mona did not hear. Mona wandered deeper into the woods and I did the same.

It's funny how things change. About a year ago Mona was the crazy stalker. Now she is me and I am her. I still could not believe what I was doing. I was acting just like -A.

"Whatever," I muttered under my breath. That bitch deserved it. Mona quickened her pace. Had she found me? Did she know I was following her? Another twig snapped underneath my feet. Oh Crap! Mona was definitely going to hear me now.

My prediction was confirmed when Mona broke into a run. I raced after her, not wanting to go home without vital information. I ran for a mile, before I had to stop for a gulp of air. How could Mona run so fast? She always skipped P.E.

"Great. Just great!" I announced to the night. I lost her again. -A team: 1000000000000 Spencer Hastings: 0.

I decided to turn back and go home when I realized something was out of place. I squinted my eyes to figure out what it was. It was a person in a black hoodie and a white helmet. I inched closer, in order to get a better look.

The mysterious guy seemed to be injured. His clothes were soaked with blood. I was about to call the police when something caught me eye.

"HOLY SHIT!" I screamed at the top of my lungs before I collapsed on the ground, tears pouring down my pale face. The mysterious guy was not mysterious to me. In fact, he was someone I knew. Someone I knew very well.

This someone had a tattoo which said, '901, Free at Last.' That was the only clue that made me believe it was Toby. I grabbed my phone out of my handbag. I was about to dial 911 when a voice stopped me.

"He is dead, Spencer. There is no point of calling the police. I killed him. Toby is DEAD!" Mona smirked. Her face was full of pleasure. "Have a nice life, Spence." She giggled before turning on her heel and marching away form me.

NO! No! This could not be happening. No way! Toby was not dead. I could not be possible. NO! NO! NO! Mona killed Toby? Why? Weren't they on the -A team together? Questions swirled around my brain. I needed answers. I need to know why the love of my life was killed.

I wiped a tear of my face and dashed after Mona, not wanting to loose her again. I grabbed her shoulders and banged her head against a tree. "Why did you kill him?" I yelled into her ears. "Tell me!" I ordered

Mona giggled again. "He was not loyal, Spence. He said he wanted to quit the -A team because he loved you." She snorted. "Like I'm going to believe that! All the spying and stalking was probably to much for him. The kid was not able to handle it. So I discussed it with the other members and we decided it was best if he went." She looked at my tear stained face and continued. "Poor Spencer. Your safe place to land has gone. Now what are you gonna do?"

That was it. I had enough. How could this bitch stand there and say Toby didn't love me? Toby loved me. I was sure of it by the way he looked at me and kissed me. Toby was not a traitor. I felt a pang of happiness in my heart. Toby loved me!

I was to busy dancing on cloud 9 that I didn't notice Mona had wriggled out of my grip. No! I would not let her get away with this! I charged towards her like an angry bull but Mona dodged me, and I crashed into the tree.

"Poor Spence." She rolled her eyes before marching off.

Then, I was left alone. My only company was the night. No! Toby was dead. We would never again go to a movie together. We would never watch the sunset again. We would never touch each other again. I would never be able to kiss his soft lips again.

I fell to the ground, my hands curled around my legs. I bawled my eyes out. No! This could not happen. My life can't shatter into a million pieces like this. How could everything I ever wanted disappear in the blink of an eye? How could my life change so fast? How could Toby die? Why is this happening to me? What am I going to do without Toby?

I could not live without Toby. I reached into my bag and pulled out a sharp knife I brought for safety.

The knife glistened in the moonlight. The tree's seemed to be whispering, "do it Spencer. There is no point of living."

Ok. I was going to do this. I was going to stab myself. I was going to end my life. I brought the knife closer to my stomach. My hands were shaking with fear. Then, with all of my force, I pushed the knife into my stomach. Suddenly I felt a rush of pain flood every part of me. Then, everything went black.

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