Disclaimer: If I owned Pretty Little Liars, it wouldn't be on ABC family it'd be on HBO or ShowTime. Ezria would be accepted and annoying people would leave. I don't own the rights to 'Thirteen Reasons Why.' I only own this version of this story.
I walked down the middle of main street. Since it's five a.m. I don't have to worry about getting hit. Unlike Aria. Well, she wasn't hit, she paid some guy to hit her. Suicidal whore. I shouldn't be thinking of my old best friend this way. It's not right!
I reached my destination and I put the box on the steps. I set took the letter out of my pocket. I read through it one last time:
Here's your instruction:
Read the whole thing!
That means the whole thing!
Not skipping to where you're featured!
If you do so,
I will leak all of this!
I made copies.
I have someone watching you at all times!
So don't disappoint me!
You'll understand what went down that night.
The infamous night.
XOXO, Aria!
I read through all five notebooks five times. I still didn't understand why I was a factor. I don't understand what possessed her enough to pay someone to drive over her. It's sad really. I remember that night so distinctly. It haunts me like nothing else.
There's so much I didn't know about Aria. It's not fair that she thought that doing this would be the only way out of her problems.
I rang the doorbell and walked away. Who in their right mind would ring a doorbell at five in the morning? No body! Because nobody in their right mind would be out in the middle of Rosewood at five in the morning. Not with everything that's happened here over the years.
It all started last Monday morning.
