Author's Note: Enjoy the second chapter of Buried. Hopefully you enjoy it and as also, comment with your comments, questions and concerns. I'll be happy to answer them all. With that, I have a question of my own. Do you think I could center all of the point of views or do I just center every other point of view?
And remember that I don't own Pretty Little Liars or any of the characters that you will encounter in this story. :D

Aria:
I Still Couldn't Believe

that Alison was dead. It's been a year.
One whole year.
Three hundred sixty five days.
They found her body buried in her backyard.
A homemade grave.
It made me sick to my stomach.
I went home and puked after that.
As her body was wheel away, my dreams were shattered
for I always hoped she would still be alive, but hiding away.
Alison would do such a thing.
God, she was such a bitch.

My dream always ended with Alison's rotting body.
Her skin decomposing with the bugs eating away.
I tried talking to my parents but they were no help.
The man I meet at the Bar and Grill was only fascinated in one thing.
All guys were, especially in Iceland but they were no
different than the guys from Rosewood.
But damn, his lips were so soft.
I couldn't help but wonder
I was ever going to see him again?

If Alison was still alive, she wouldn't approve.
She never really did, she was hard to please.
Somehow Alison knew everything.
Including my father's affair. I was with her.
She wanted to expose him, I wanted to talk.
Alison warned me when my father called right after
we caught him.
Dreadfully I wanted to answer but she persuaded me not too.
Judgmental.
That would be how I describe her.
I didn't understand either but I kept my opinions
to myself.
Apparently Alison wasn't taught to do the same.

All I wanted was to make her happy.
I tried, we all tried. All but one.
Spencer. She couldn't careless.

Spencer?
Could it be? Could she be the one?
I couldn't believe, I hope it isn't true.
But I thought that was strange, how she comes around
and announces.
"I can't find Alison and I think I heard her scream."
How was it she heard it but the others didn't?
These doubts filled my mind, swallowing me whole.
They choked the air out of me and soon everything was
black.

Emily:
She couldn't be gone.

She just couldn't. I needed her desperately.
Who else would deal with me?
Who else would keep all of us together?
I don't know how to live without her?
Is that obsessive?
I believe so, but that can be my little secret.
It's a shame.

I feel lost without her, she was my drug.
She knew it, Alison knew everything despite
the fact that she pretended she didn't.
She was good that way, at pretending.
Alison's game was to torture people, make them
suffer.
She wanted people to come to her with their
secrets
even if she already knew them
Power. Alison lusted for that.
And I lusted for her.

I could have hated her but I fell in love instead.
and it didn't help that she played with
my feelings.
She knew how I felt about her and she played along.
Who would do that?
Why couldn't she have been nicer, gentler?
I wanted to die when she did that.

"If I'm kissing you, it's because it's practice for the real thing."
My bottom lip split and blood oozed out.
The only way to prevent me from crying out.
Alison was evil, she was a bitch.

But my feelings for her didn't change.
I still loved her.
There's a chance I still might.

Spencer:
I Feel Bad

for Alison's family.
Nobody deserves to loose a child
even if she was the devil's spawn.
That isn't right, I shouldn't speak
ill of the dead.
I should apologize for making such a comment.
Alison would laugh, she would taunt.
"Little Miss. Perfect."

'Little Miss. Perfect does no wrong.'
Hated that name. I wanted to rip my hair out.
I wanted to punch her in the face.
I wasn't perfect nor did I want to be.
It wasn't my fault my parents expected so much
for me.
But leave it to Alison to turn that around and
use it against you.

Many times I tried talking to her, asking her to stop.
My pleas just fell on death ears.
Alison acted as if I said nothing at all and in fact,
things would just get worse until she found something,
someone better to torture.
I felt bad for them but I kept quiet. I stood back.

If I had to defend myself against her, I couldn't understand
why other people didn't do the same. How people could be
scared of her,
I had no clue.
She was just a girl, a petite little girl.
Apparently I was the only one who had enough guts
to stand up to her.
In return I ended up in her hit list.

Alison couldn't stand me. As I couldn't stand her.
But there was something about her that I wouldn't
deny.
It was just hard to put my finger on it.
Even though I hated her at times, she was breath-taking,
she was simply captivating.
When I'm with her, people respected me and were pleasant.
Without her, I was the nerd who knew too much.
People didn't like me, not when I was smarter than them.

Hanna:
Alison changed my life

so much. I was the dork, I was a loser. Even
my mother
couldn't look at me and my father just walked out.

I was Hefty Hanna.
Alison came up with that "nickname."
Cute right?
Not even close.
I ran home and cried that day. How could she be so cruel?
Every time she caught me eating, she would lecture me.
I felt disappointed like I let her down somehow.
When her lectures didn't work, she showed me.

Showed me how to be thin.
The one thing I wanted the most.
Her technique?
Two fingers down the throat.
Monkey see, Monkey do.

I cried again that night and every night since then.
Despite the fact that I hated her, I wanted to make her
happy.
Her happiness was important to me.

Eventually I learned to keep my emotions in
check around Alison.
I didn't want to give her another reason to pick on me.
One flaw was enough to throw her off the edge.
While everyone loved her, I saw her as one thing.
A bully.

She was a bully but I owe her everything.
I'm the 'Queen Bee' because of her.
I'm thin and guys are after me because of her.
I couldn't help but steal because of her, before her death,
that's how we connected, how we bonded.
Now that she's gone, I got caught and my mother's
fucking the police officer who arrested me.
What would Alison say?

Because of her, a lot of things happened.
I think she had some role in that, Alison had power.
Great power.
Though I found it strange how one girl was the reason why
we all hung out.
Because without her, we never would have known
the other existed.
When she disappeared, so did our friendship and now,
in death, the four of us are back together.

A:
I Held My In Laughter

as Jenna approached the front with some guy helping her out.
I snickered.
The person next to me looked at me in disgust.
My eyes rolled in response, he looked away.
I'll admit, I never expected her to be here.
After Alison's threat in the hospital, I would have
thought Jenna would stay away and go far, far
away.
But Alison's death seemed to bring her of her hole.
Good for her, bad for the girls.

Out of respect, I kept my mouth shut as Jenna spoke.
I felt sorry for her, Alison ruined her life. Alison
stole her sight.
Jenna was just another victim, another name on Alison's
list.
Unfortunately, I could relate.

Unlike those other 'victims' I wasn't going to stand back and
take it.
My parents taught me better. I was going to fight back.
It's disappointing that Alison was taken away from me before I could
exact my revenge.
But, I had the other girls. For the death of one girl, I would make them suffer,
much more than I had originally planned.
That would teach them to mess with me.

Alison's funeral ended and I couldn't be happier.
It was difficult to not smile as I walked out of the church
and walked down the block, turning the corner
with a cell phone in hand.
Quickly, I typed my message and planned on hitting the send button
when man approach the girls.
I waited until he left before going back to my plan.
I would look into the stranger later on in the day.
Until then.

"I'm still here bitches and I know everything."
My laughter echoed through the air.