Mind Games With A
Hanna put down her binoculars and assessed the shocking discovery she had made. Aria and Fitz? Not only was Hanna disappointed that Aria was dating her teacher, she was also angry that Aria had never told her and the girls this. A beep came from Hanna's phone, signaling a text.
Oh, Hanna! Don't you know it's not nice to be nosy? I'd put those binoculars down before something bad happens to your little friend. And you don't want that, do you? –A
Twigs and branches rustled behind Hanna, and she quickly jumped up. A was here, and she knew what Hanna was doing. Scrambling to pick up her belongings, she began running towards the site of Mona's party. Another chirp came from her phone.
You can't outrun me. –A
Hanna was petrified, and A was coming after her!
"Whoever you are, stay away!"
Hanna tried to seem fearless, but instead it came out as a whimper. All around her, she heard footsteps, twigs breaking, and the wind whistling. Afraid of staying in the dark any longer, Hanna followed the lights and blaring music of the party. Unaware of the roots protruding from the ground, Hanna slipped and fell face down into disgusting mud crawling with insects and other objects. Now, not only was Hanna freaked out, but she was also boiling over with anger because she knew that she would never get these stains out of her expensive designer coat. That is, if she ever made it out of this forest alive.
Free mud facial! See, I can be generous.—A
"What the hell do you want from me! I won't play your little games!" Hanna shrieked.
A voice came from behind Hanna, neither male nor female.
"Trust me, you don't have a choice."
Hanna bolted up in her hospital bed in a cold sweat, screaming. Aria banged her head on a shelf above her and Spencer's chair tilted backwards, sending Emily flying into the wall.
"What the hell, Hanna! Are you trying to kill us?", Aria shrieked as she rubbed her forhead.
Upon sitting up in the bead, Hanna had moved her injured foot, causing a searing pain to spread throughout her whole body. Tears began to stream down her face, and they were happy tears only because she realized that it was only a nightmare. The pain in her leg was starting to subside, and she looked around at the colorful signatures on her cast until she stopped in shock. One signature stood out to her.
Sorry I lost my temper.—A