A/N: Hey thanks for all the favorites and follows on this story. I'm glad to see people have interest. As promised here is chapter 2. Please note I am usually a one-shot writer so my updates will probably be short, I'm shooting for 1000 words per chapter but that doesn't always work lol. Anyway this story is going to take place over a short period of time so in order to get a proper length there is going to be a lot of internal narration. There will be more dialogue in upcoming chapters for sure, but as for now it's mainly Alison POV. I believe Alison is such a great character (and Sasha is such an amazing actress) who does not get enough screen time so I want the focus of this story to be on her, and how this whole mess has affected her. Please keep reviewing/messaging to let me know what you think! Thanks for sticking around!

The walk down the dark corridor was long and cold. Alison figured it was probably nearing midnight. At this time of night the power shuts off, other than a few emergency lights located near the exits, in order to save taxpayers money on electricity. They had been walking in silence for 3 minutes, the guard not a much mentioning where they were going.

"Am I being relocated?" Alison asked reverently as she followed the guard around the corner. She didn't understand what was going on. She knew she was eventually going to be transferred to a more secure location since the jail in Rosewood was only for small crime, not something as serious as murder which she got convicted for. To say she was scared to be relocated was an understatement. Being an innocent, even though no one knew it, 17 year old girl, locked in a prison full of real criminals, scared the crap out of an otherwise strong and fearless Alison DiLaurentis. She had no idea what was going to happen to her in the real big house, but she had heard stories, and seen enough movies and tv shows to know it wasn't going to be pretty. Still, she thought, it couldn't be any worse than whatever the hell "A" was putting the girls through right now, that is if he hasn't killed them off yet…

"My lawyer said the move wasn't happening for at least another week." Alison chimed in again, hoping the guard would be able to confirm or deny that the transfer was happening. The guard made no notion of response to Alison's questions, and continued walking down the hall as if he couldn't be bothered by the girl. It was infuriating, not only was she wrongfully convicted by a justice system set up to protect the freedoms of those who face injustice, but now she was being denied the right to know what is happening within her sentence. It was as if as soon as the judge and jury deemed her a murderer she was no longer considered human. Like she was stripped of her basic human rights and was now condemned to be a slave to the man for the rest of her life.

All of the guards at the prison treated her with absolutely no respect. Even the other inmates, who were incarcerated for crimes like petty theft and tax evasion, treated her like some sort of monster. She figured it wasn't the most surprising thing, though. The defense did a great job making her look like a soulless animal who inflicted a lot of physical damage on Mona, letting her bleed to death, rather than killing her swiftly with a gun or something. The crime scene photos and video still haunt Alison day after day, making reality impossible to escape even for the slightest second. She was horrified and disgusted that someone would do such a thing, and then go to the lengths of setting her up to take the fall. She knew it had to be A's handiwork.

Alison knew she was a horrible person growing up, being the mean girl everyone feared, but she wondered who the hell did she piss off so much that they would do all of these things, not only to her, but to her friends, just for revenge? None of it made sense. That question was something she had spent years trying to figure out, and she couldn't feel farther from the truth than ever. "A" has done countless horrible things to them throughout the years, and the more "A" piles on, the harder it gets to identify the bitch. And now that "A" has taken the girls and done god knows what with them, Alison was beyond livid. She swore on everything that means anything to her that even though she wouldn't be much help, being locked up, she would do everything in her power to bring that bitch down. She refused to let him win, especially now that her friends were at risk.

Alison couldn't handle being left in the dark anymore so she did something in other circumstances would have gotten her into serious trouble. She yanked on the guard's arm forcing him to look at her, but before the guard could begin to berate Alison for her behavior a familiar voice chimed in, "Alison DiLaurentis." Alison looked up in confusion, her eyes meeting those of a uniformed Toby Cavanaugh. What was he doing here? And why at this time of night? Oh my god, what happened to the girls, was the only thought that remained on Alison's mind.