Author's Note: I just love the way Ellen Hopkins writes her stories which is in poem form. I currently own Identical and Impulse. When I was younger I used to love writing poetry and I guess I was good at it so while going through the stories on this site, I figured I would give this a try. All chapters will be written in poem form and yes, most, if not, all will be short but I might end up adding everyone's point of view in one chapter instead of doing one point of view each chapter.

But of course, I don't own Pretty Little Liars nor is this poem verse my original idea. I'm writing this for fun and hopefully you enjoy it and the poems make sense. This story will be based after the Pilot of Pretty Little Liars. Like always read and review.

And yes, the way you are reading it now is suppose to be like that because I had it all typed up so fancy in WORD and once it was posted onto here, it got all fucked up so sadly the poems are the way they are.

Alison Dilaurentis:
I Noticed How

It was dark, dirty, and
disgusting.
I could feel the maggots crawling on my skin.
I tried to scream;
"Help me, someone save me."
My cries went unanswered but that was no surprise.
For the first time, I turned to God and prayed.
No answer.
Why didn't anyone want to help me?
I was perfect, I was beautiful. I was Alison.
Alison Dilaurentis.

I wanted out so I tried to scream but dirt filled my mouth
and with nowhere to go but down, the dirt
filled my lungs.
Rocks ripped my tongue as I was forced to swallow them,
the taste of blood bought me to the realization;
"I was going to die."
I no longer cared about the pain, I had to escape so I
crawled my way out.

Shit.
It wasn't working, I only succeed in getting covered
in more dirt
Burning, tears and bugs.
My body ached in both itches and pain.
The back of my head hurt and I couldn't remember why.
Every thing was so fuzzy.

They were going to pay.
Whoever did this will surely pay.
I'll make sure of that. I'm
Alison Dilaurentis
and I always get what I want.
I will not die like this but I had no choice in the matter.

My grave
was nothing but dirt and bugs.
For I was buried alive,
six feet under.

Unknown Person:
This was my chance.

To exact my revenge. It was a long time coming
and I deserved it the most. ME. My plan was anything
but pretty. In fact it was unpleasantly
disgusting.
Her cruel words ran through my head as she walked away.
I tried to scream;
"Come back here bitch."
She laughed at me, just like all those other times.
But not this time, no one was going to make a fool out of me.
Despite what she did to me, I gave her another chance. I called to her.

No answer.
Why didn't she just turn around and look at me? Why couldn't
she just open her eyes? It didn't matter now because I
wasn't going to let someone ruin my life.
Especially not someone as pathetic as her, as
Alison Dilaurentis.

"You asked for this."
I grabbed the shovel from the ground and I swung. Eyes closed.
The soft crack of her skull was music to my ears. Air
filled my lungs,
I was finally free from her.
Her body laid on the ground, immobile. I dropped the shovel.
Fuck,
I was going to die,
if anyone ever found out about this. Even in death,
Alison was capable of ruining my life.
I didn't know how I was going to
crawl my way out
of this mess.

Burning, tears and bugs.
My hands burnt as I dug through the dirt. I had to hurry.
There was no telling when someone would walk by and
I wasn't about to get caught red-handed.

They were going to pay.
My mission wasn't over. I still had the rest to take care of.
But I had to tread lightly for I had just committed murder.
I basically dug
My grave
as I made Alison's.
This was a joyful occurrence. For I buried Alison,
six feet under.