Depressed because of what she did to Sean Saturday morning, Hanna was not in the mood to talk to anyone the rest of the weekend. She spent the rest of Saturday laying in bed in her room, and Sunday trying to do the load of homework she had. She had about twenty missed calls on her phone from Sean, Mona, Spencer, Emily, and Aria. Sean had knocked on her door about three times, but she couldn't answer. She wasn't ready to face him.

On Monday morning, Hanna had no choice but to go to school. Her mom had just got back from a business trip and had a day off of work, so she wouldn't be able to skip. She sighed as she looked in the mirror as she was putting on her makeup. Her throat had really been aching on the weekend, and her neck had red marks and scratches on it from holding and itching it to try and ease the pain. She tried to cover it up, but it was still clearly visible.

She walked downstairs to her mom cooking breakfast and the table set with three plates. Hanna looked around, confused. "Someone coming over?" she asked.

"Your father insisted he come over for breakfast," her mom said, not even looking at Hanna.

"Um, why?"

Her mom didn't answer. She just went back to cooking.

Just as Hanna began to think of why he would be coming over on a school day, her phone went off.

I gave your father a special letter. He's concerned about you, but it's not what you think. Enjoy! -A

Hanna froze. Oh my god, she thought. The last thing she wanted was her parents to know about her problem. But who knows what A could have put in that letter? She had to tell her mom that someone was pulling a joke.

"Mom, this-" she got interrupted by a knock on the door. Her mom didn't acknowledge Hanna and nervously ran over to the door. She heard her parents greeting each other and she sat down at her place at the table.

"Hanna Banana" her dad greeted her as he gave her a kiss on the cheek. She smiled but said nothing. She was too nervous to say hello to him.

Her mom and dad sat down at the table, giving Hanna awkward stares. She noticed her father had a letter beside his plate. Hanna widened her eyes.

"Okay, can you just tell me what is going on here?" Hanna asked, worried.

Her dad picked up the letter and sighed. "Hanna, I received a letter from your school's therapist, Dr. Preston. She said she's very concerned about the cuts you have on yourself and would like to meet with you tomorrow. Purposely cutting yourself is not a good thing to do, sweetie."

Hanna widened her eyes. Cutting herself? "WHAT? You think I'm cutting myself?"

Her mom answered. "Hanna, you have scratches on your neck right now, and I've seen some on your arms last month. I was just too busy to think of what they really were."

"Mom, I already told you I got those from the glass when I wrecked Sean's car! God, you can't really believe I'm doing that to myself can you?" Hanna screamed as she stood up.

"Honey, we'd just really like you to meet with the therapist. You've been going through a lot lately, with Alison's body being found and going to the police station. We're not going to think badly of you, we just want to help you." her dad calmly told her.

"But there is nothing wrong with me!" she yelled. "I don't cut myself!"

Her parents weren't believing her. She ran upstairs to her room and slammed the door behind her. Her phone went off.

Don't you love my little games? -A

No, Hanna didn't. Because A always won.