A/N: If only the show/books belonged to me. Alas they don't. All recognizable scenes belong to their respective authors.
Quick who is who just to keep it straight.
Alison = the one at the Preserve = The sane one.
Courtney = The one with living with the parents in Rosewood = The one who's friends with the Liars = Fake-Alison = The one who's mentally ill.
Timeline
Alison is fifteen years old. Just has been switched with her sister Courtney. So it's pre-all books.
Bella is eighteen years old. New Moon, a month after her birthday
Chapter 1- Parents think they know best
"I can't do this anymore Renee. It's been a month and she's still staring out the window"
"I don't want to do this, charlie. Think about it! She's out baby"
"she is. and that's why it's up to us to help her"
the two sat at the table together side by side deep in thought. Neither was a true parent figure and it showed even though they both loved their daughter.
"Okay"
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"I'm Ali! I'm Ali"
The blond girl screamed as her parents half put, half tossed her in the black family car and drove away. Alison realized she had lost and resorted to tears.
She had lost by her stupid, schizophrenic sister.
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Bella felt her body move but she wasn't aware of commanding it to do so. All she knew was that she was moving. She had lost him and now she would never find him again.
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Alison was lying in the bed. Tears were still streaking down her cheeks but she had given up. The drugs in her body were too many, too strong, and too heavy to fight.
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Bella blinked slowly. A faraway voice was reaching her ears. It was soft and slow and begged her to reply back. They kept speaking and as much Bella wanted she couldn't shut them out.
She forced her eyes to move from the forks postcard in her hand to the woman sitting across from her blinking slowly again. The woman had oily red hair with black roots had a lab coat on like the ones used in her old science class kept talking.
Eighteen year old Bella Swan chose to ignore the therapist.
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"How do you like your new room Courtney?"
The therapist said. Her nametag read "Colleen" No last name. The girl 'Courtney' glared at the woman.
"My name is. not. Courtney. I'm Alison and that schizo bitch pretends to be me!"
The doctor simply shook her head pitying at the girl and nodded. Silently a man had grabbed the patient, stuck a long needle in her throat and carried the unconscious girl out.
"Put her with the catatonic. Maybe they'll balance each other out"