Disclaimer: Don't own Pretty Little Liars

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

I was supposed to be "A" and the tormenter, not one of the little bitches who got what they deserved. Redcoat, who somehow was Allison, had now stolen the one thing that gave me purpose in life and she was playing for keeps. I knew that the game had changed but with what we discovered in the trunk a few days ago as well as the fire that almost killed me, it was more than I had ever imagined.

It had been several days since that night and my life continued it's downwards spiral. Thanks to Redcoat, I was on lockdown at home as well as school; my parent's patience finally exhausted after more than a few of my activities became known to them. While I had yet to be sent back to Radley, I was under constant supervision. Even my credit cards had been yanked in order to keep me in line.

School was a nightmare now with everyone keeping me beyond arm's length. Even the four little Plls wanted nothing to do with me; though they were happy with all of my information I provided in our one-sided alliance. It was now like when Allison was still in the halls with me the outcast nerd. Except everyone now knew I was insane.

I was alone and my hatred was no longer enough to sustain me.

As I looked at the bottle of pills and the tub full of water, I contemplated on what I was about to do. If I could not be in control, there was nothing more to live for; being A had given me purpose and provided a pleasure I lacked as a young child. If I could not have that, why should I stick around?

It was late at night and my parents were out on business. A new security system had been installed in order to keep an eye on me so sneaking out was out of the question. Not that I had anywhere to go since Redcoat or one of her little helpers burned my hideout to the ground.

Closing the door to my bathroom, I took off my shoes and gazed one last time at myself in the mirror. No makeup, my hair a mess, and nothing on but a simple white dress which I normally would have never been caught dead in; which was now ironic since I would now be caught dead in.

I had some fun with my suicide note though, leaving a long jumbled note cursing every last person I knew as well as some final revelations to sweetened things. There was nothing for my parents since I was a stranger to them for some time now. Ever since my incarceration at Radley, the vast wide gap had grown. Sometimes I wonder if there had been any love in the family and maybe I would have been different if there had.

Maybe Allison would not have affected me as she had; even be less crazy than I was.

Opening the bottle of pills stolen from Doctor Sullivan's office, I emptied the entire batch into my mouth and quickly washed them down with water from the sink. Dropping the bottle onto the white tiled floor, I stumbled to the claw foot tub that I had asked for my last birthday. The tub was one of the only things I had saved in my ascension from my former nerdy life and figured it fitting that I would die in something that I actually cherished.

The pills were really starting to affect me as I became more and more drowsy by the second. I had done my research and knew what exactly to take when I raided my former therapist's office. I barely notice the sting of the icy cold water as I collapsed into the tub and onto my back. My head was quickly submerged under and water filled my lungs as the darkness gripped me.

Then I blacked out.

Author's Note: This fic is not mine per say and is more of a collaboration with someone I know. She is the PLL fan where I provide the more interesting parts of the fic, which will be dark and strictly a Mona-centered story. Updates will be sporadic and dependent on reviews, more for her per say than me.

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