Disclaimer: I don't own Pretty Little Liars. Obviously
I sit in the car. I hear what the park ranger is saying, but I'm not listening. There's a difference. I vaguely grasp a few words. Something about Jane Doe? I think that's me. And a psych evaluation? K. I don't even care anymore. "Toby..." I whisper. No one hears me. They drive me to a police station. They try to talk to me. I don't say a word, except maybe a whispered 'Toby' every now and then. I'm not thinking right, the only thought that runs through my head is that Toby is dead. I don't even care that he was A. I don't care that he didn't love me back. He was my everything.
Eventually, they take me to Radley. I don't think any of my friends know about this. I'd hear some glass shattering or screaming or something if Hanna knew. I sit with my knees tucked into my chest, and I stay like that. For a long time.
I don't know how long I've been in here. The only thing to signify that any time has passed at all is the routine meals they bring me. I eat as little as possible. I wouldn't eat at all if I didn't have to. And the only thing that tells me anything has changed is that one day, ona comes and visits me. I don't know why. She sits in the visitor's chair in my sterile white room, and looks at me with something like pity. "Spencer, you've lost it. I can't even believe it. The great Spencer Hastings, sunk so low," she says. Spencer Hastings? I know that's my name, but she's referring to the OCD, calm, cool, collected, and strong Spencer Hastings. She left. Sorry, Mona, you missed her. Actually, you sent her on her way with a smile. So there's that. There is definitely that. I meet her eyes, and hold them for a while. "You need me, Spencer. I know the answers to questions you haven't even thought of," she says. "Why?" I whisper. She smirks. "Because, I know everything, and I could help you," she says. K, because I still care. "Mona, I meant why do I give a damn?" I say. She looks taken aback. "Well, because without me, you'll never get out of these holes you and your friends have dug yourselves into, in fact, it will only get deeper," she says. I shake my head.
"No. You don't seem to understand. I just. Don't. Care. Not anymore. You kind of ruined me for life with that last stunt you pulled. Heh, you didn't even need to do that, I was already emotionally screwed. Is your final aim to kill me? Go. Ahead. I live like a zombie anyways. It really doesn't get much worse than this. You won. Is that what you've wanted to hear? That you won? Well, you did. Congratulations, I hope you're happy," I say, and Mona looks stricken. I didn't think I could make a member of the A-team look stricken. This feels glorious. She gets up and leaves without another word. I don't understand why she came in the first place. But whatever.
A/N I don't really plan on continuing this, it's just a random scenario that came into my mind. And would not get out. So, I hope you enjoy. Remember, don't be a Twizzler, review!