I am somebody's sister
and somebody's daughter
Somebody's fear
Somebody's only one
Somebody's paradise
And somebody's hell
The sun shone through the window and Ali couldn't stop staring at the city before her. New York City truly was the city that never sleeps, she thought as it was very late in the evening and the streets looked like it was midday. New York City is where she always thought she would end up livening when she grows older, married even. Of course Paris was her dream city but this could do too. New York is the city where she wanted to fall in love with life, where she wanted to start over far away from Rosewood, where she wanted to spend her holidays, where to have breakfast at hipster coffee shops and dinner at fancy restaurants, where things could get better.
But no. Thing couldn't get better.
She made a lot of mistakes when she was a younger, and she regretted some of them, some not so much, but she definitely didn't deserve this mess her life turned out to be.
She didn't deserve A. She didn't deserve what her mother did to her. She didn't deserve having to runaway from her home and hide and pretend she was dead. And the girl on her grave definitely didn't deserve to die. Her friends didn't deserve all this years of games and riddles. His father didn't deserve to believe his only daughter, his baby, was dead. Hell, even Jason didn't deserve to see what he thought was her body that Halloween day. She deserved more than dramas about somebody's boyfriend and kids with guns and cellphones and secrets.
Ali was sure of something, she was somebody's Jesus and so somebody's Judas.