A Is For Alison
A/N: Since they are going to be following the books, my theory that Aria is A is not going to pan out. I decided to write a story following the books slightly but making it different. This is my story on the makings of the A Team.
WARNING: Spoilers if you haven't read the books
Summary: My life was stolen from me and I was locked away in a mental institution while she pretended to be me. But now it's time for Rosewood to meet the real Alison DiLaurentis.
"A is for Alison, not amateurs"
Ch 2
Alison had to struggle with each stride. Her footsteps echoed off the narrow hospital halls, shuffling like strange drumbeats as she stumbled forward in her cloth slippers. Her mind was swimming with incoherent thoughts as she tried to focus on something, anything. The nurse held her hand firmly around her arm as she led her into the clean buffed linoleum floors of the common room.
"Here we are Courtney, your favorite spot by the window" the nurse said guiding her down into the chair. She wanted to say she wasn't Courtney but her throat was so dry all she could manage was a grunt.
She didn't know how long she was sitting there until her mind started working again. When she could start to from thoughts, she took in her surroundings.
The long walls were bare. A large black television hung from the ceiling inside a metal cage. Some cheesy soap opera was on with the sound low. A man in a white uniform sat behind a small wooden desk. There was at least a dozen or more people scattered around, young, old, male, female. Some were drooped down in chairs like her, others were watching the tv, but most were clustered around big round wooden tables.
At one table two middle age women were playing a card game, not one that she's ever seen before. They would slap their cards down loudly and babble some fragmented conversation but neither seemed to mind nor realize what they were doing anyway.
She closed her eyes and her head sank back against the back of the chair. She opened them and was so startled by a woman standing in front of her that she nearly fell backwards off the chair. The woman's thin salt and pepper hair stuck out in every direction, her jaw was stuck at an ugly misaligned angle, her eyes half shut and unmoving. It was like it was paralyzed with fear of some horrific vision and had simply never moved again.
The woman just stood there staring at her with her unmoving face and glazed eyes. It was like staring right at your nightmares.
"I think you're in her chair" she heard a female voice say. Alison whipped her head around to find the voice because anything would be better than looking at the freak in front of her. She saw where the voice had come from, in the far corner at another table sat the brunette with the emerald eyes.
Alison stood up; the woman didn't move she stood there like she was a statue. She had to squeeze herself against the chair to move past her trying not to touch her. She walked backwards and stumbled, she was still unsteady on her feet. She grabbed onto the nearest thing she could find which was a table; the man sitting there started screaming at her for being on his ship and that no one was allowed on without the proper papers.
She let go of the table and tried to focus on moving one foot in front of the other. Is this what they did her sister? No wonder she hated it, you could barely walk let alone think. Her sister was a psycho and deserved to be drugged up like this so she wouldn't hurt anyone. But she didn't. She didn't belong here. She made her way towards emerald eyes because she seemed like the only lucid one in the room.
"They've got you on the quite the cocktail, don't they?" the girl said as she crumpled onto the chair across from her.
She tried to make her mouth say something witty in return but she could barely form coherent sentences in her mind let alone out loud. So she settled with introductions "I'm Alison"
"Not Courtney. I remember" the girl replied with a small smirk.
Normally she would reply sarcastically, but she couldn't focus properly. "How long…ago…was that?" she asked. The words coming out of her mouth were slurred and slow and didn't sound like her at all.
"Two days ago" the girl replied.
"WHAT?" she shouted, that piece of information shocking her brain into awareness. "Two days, I've been here for two days?" The girl just nodded. "No, that's impossible. I have to go home. I don't belong here"
"You can keep saying that, but they'll never listen to you. This is the loony bin and they've heard it all before." The girl told her looking her in the eyes.
"Jenna" A nurse said walking over to them. "It's time for your therapy"
Jenna that was her name, she'd have to try to remember that. The girl stood up and grabbed a piece of paper from the table along with some pencils. Alison rubbed her eyes; she didn't even see the paper that had been front the girl the whole time. She really needed to get these drugs out of her system.
She didn't know how long she sat there, the Jenna girl never came back so she was staring out the window. Like her sister did. She stared out at the neatly manicured lawns, the road that led away from this place, the road that led to freedom. The freedom her sister was now enjoying.
When they brought her back to her room, she noticed her psycho sister had a room to herself. So that was either had her parents request or she was too deranged to be around people. She knew she wouldn't get anywhere by telling them she was Alison, all that would do is make them pump her full of more drugs that take away her ability to think.
So the next day she told the nurses she knew who she was, she was Courtney DiLaurentis. But even that took a few days before they lowered her dosage. She hated pretending to be her sister but she had no other choice. Her parents had still not come to visit her, they really were just going to leave Courtney here for good, pretend she didn't exist. Her family was good at pretending.
When she was guided into the common room a week later, she searched for the girl, Jenna. She found her once again in the far corner, her back was hunched and her arm was moving rapidly. As she approached and saw she was drawing.
Alison sat down; Jenna looked at her and went back to drawing. Alison looked at what she was making. It looked some kind of a man emerging from a jagged black hole. He was dressed in dark clothes. But the thing that stood out the most in the black and white drawing was the eyes. She had made them a brilliant green color that matched her own jade eyes.
"What are you drawing?"
"Evil" she replied without looking at her.
Okay maybe the girl wasn't as sane as she believed her to be or they pumped her full too many drugs as well. "Is that why you're here, you're some kind of devil worshiper or something?" She didn't look like one, not that she'd be able to tell since they were all dressed in the same ugly dull green scrubs.
"No" was all she replied as she continued shading in the blackness surrounding the man with the green eyes.
Alison watched her for a bit, then looked around the room the two middle aged women sat at a table playing their card game again, this time without cards, another girl around their age was leaning on a cement brick wall in the shadows. She had a yellow crayon very close to her face and was tearing tiny bits of the paper off, holding it delicately in her hand then releasing them and watching them float to the ground all while mumbling something to herself. The older man who thought he was on a boat was sitting at his table yelling at anyone that passed about having the proper papers to board his ship. A guy that appeared to be in his twenties was in sitting on the floor in a corner with his knees drawn to his chest, trembling from something only he could see. And the nightmare woman was just shuffling around the room.
She really needed to get out of here and take her life back from her sister. She had no idea what kind of havoc Courtney was doing with her life. Her sister would pay for what she did; she'd make sure of that. But for the time being she was stuck here and she wasn't going to be stuck here alone.
Jenna didn't talk much but she was only one worth talking too. She was quiet but didn't appear to be shy. She just lacked confidence. She'd have to change that.
Tbc…