Alright, chapter 3! :D Thanks again for reviews, and thanks to Breyanaxo about the idea to do a little part with Katherine's POV!

Ok, so the part in italics is back in the past, when Alison is about 14, and Katherine is 13. I guess that is pretty important. So if Katherine is 16, almost 17 now, that means it happened about 4 years ago from the present. And Alison was 16 when she disappeared, and that means that she went missing 2 years ago because the girls are 18 now. Correct? Ah, confusing right? Don't worry, Ive got it under control.

P.S. This is just a minor gore/violence warning! Although I try to keep it not super graphic or anything, I do describe blood and pain and violent in this chapter, and probably in later chapters too. If you have any problem with this, this is a warning, and I apologize.

Enjoy!

Wounds

"What?! You're moving?!"

Katherine was crying now. She nodded. "My dad says that we can barely afford the house here anymore. He said he found a cheaper house that we're moving in to tomorrow, in some weird, tiny town in Ohio."

Alison's jaw practically fell off. "Ohio? But... that's so far away..." Tears rushed down her cheek. Katherine hadn't seen Ali show this much emotion in a while...

They hugged, sitting on Alison's bed. Katherine breathed in her friend's honey-colored hair. She loved her friend so much. A little more than she probably should have. Her strong feelings towards Alison were confusing- sometimes they felt like feelings that were more than just 'friendship' feelings...

But what she didn't know was Alison knew about this, too. Alison didn't mind.

Ali kissed her friend on the cheek. She put her forehead on the side of her brunette friend's head and whispered into her ear. "Don't forget my promise, okay? We'll always be friends, and I will always try my hardest to protect you."

Katherine nodded and slowly stood up from the bed, even though she didn't want to leave. Katherine looked right into her sapphire eyes.

"I will never forget you, Alison."

Present day

Katherine took a deep breath, turned the knob and opened the door.

Memories immediately hit her. The sights, the smells, everything about this place reminded her of Alison. She spent more time here at the Dilaurentis's house than she spent at her own house. She couldn't believe she was moving in here. Yes, she was glad that her dad stopped drinking as much as he used to and actually got a good job in Rosewood, but it would be so hard having all of these memories of Alison while living here. It hurt so much to think about her childhood friend, and she couldn't believe she was... gone.

The whole house was set up just the way Katherine remembered it 4 years ago, the day she had told Alison she was moving and had left Rosewood. All of the DiLaurentis's furniture, pictures, decorations, and everything else was still there.

Just then, her dad walked in. He looked tired and worn-out from the drive from their house in Ohio all the way to Rosewood. He looked around, his hand on the back of his head.

"The DiLaurentis's said we could use their things for a few days until the movers come back and help us with unpacking our things. For now, you can use Alison's old room." With that, he walked into the kitchen, looking around with his hands on his hips.

Katherine carried her small suitcase of essential things she needed, like clothes and a toothbrus, and gracefully glided up the stairs, through the hallway and opened the door to Alison's room.

She had to take a deep breath as she stood in the doorway, looking around into her room. Just like the rest of the room, it was the same. The window was there with the same shades that looked out to other houses and a beautiful view of Rosewood. The 2 white couches were on either side of the window. Her bed was in the same place. Every poster, every journal, every nail polish bottle, all in the same place. It was painful.

Katherine walked around and put her arms to the sides of her white dress she was wearing. She fiddled with the navy blue bow and let her green eyes wander. Her eyes landed on something she had forgotten about, and shivers ran up and down her spine.

It was the poster that Alison and Courtney had made her all those years ago. The one they had given to her on her birthday, aka the day that the... incident happened. She had hung it up in Alison's room that day, and it had stayed there until this moment. Katherine walked over, unpinned it from the wall, and walked back over to Alison's bed. She sat down, looking down at the best present she had ever received on the worst day of her life.

Tears welled up into her eyes. She felt a hot, sticky tear run down her cheek. Before she knew it, she was crying so hard her whole body shook. This went on for a few minutes.

Finally, she took control of herself. She wiped the tears off of her face as best as she could, quickly splashed water on her face, and took deep breaths. Alison had been dead for 2 years, and she still sobbed all of the time. This loss was not easy for her.

She needed something to cheer her up, and an idea popped into her mind. She went over to Ali's bookshelf and pulled out a small green book. The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky was one of her and Ali's absolute favorites. She laid down on the bed and began to read.

After reading for a little while, Katherine put down the book. She had another idea. She rummaged through a drawer and grasped the red speakers she was looking for. She quickly set it up and pressed PLAY on her iPod.

One of her favorite songs came on- Still Into You by Paramore. She began to dance and twirl around the room. As the song went on, she sang along and just tried to enjoy herself. She tried to forget Alison- it was too painful. But it was kind of hard to forget her when she was standing right in her room.

As the song ended, she sighed. She unplugged the speakers, and began to change into pajamas. As she was doing this, she thought something out the window. She looked out, but all she saw was a window to someone else's house, and the shades were closed. She shrugged and continued changing.

Several hours later...

Katherine was laying down on the bed, reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower once again. As she was reading the small green book, she heard a noise. She looked up above her book. It was getting late, and she was going to go to sleep soon

"Dad?" she called out. "That you?"

No response.

Katherine scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. "Weird," she said to herself. She went back to her book.

Knock. Knock. Knock. There were three slow knocks at the bedroom door.

She laughed. "Dad, you can come in, you don't need to knock," she said.

When no one replied, she frowned. "Hello? Are you deaf? I said come in!"

Nothing.

Katherine threw back her head and groaned. "What is wrong with you? Ugh. I'm coming." She had no idea why her dad was making her come to the door. It wasn't like her door was locked. In fact, it was really creepy that he wasn't responding to her. As she opened it, she said, "Is this some kind of practical joke-"

The person standing in front of her wasn't her dad.

It was a person in all black.

Katherine nearly passed out it scared her so bad. Just as she was about to scream, she felt something hit her stomach. Whatever had hit her had completely stopped her from screaming. Body trembling, she slowly looked down.

A giant knife was in the hand of this person, and part of it was inside of her stomach. It was already dripping with blood. The hooded figure pulled it out, and the crimson liquid immediately began to flow even harder than before

A gloved hand went over Katherine's mouth so her weak attempt at yelling for help was inaudible. Her vision became blurry. Although she couldn't feel the pain of the knife because of the shock and adrenalin, she knew she would feel it later. Katherine kept thinking she would wake up and find out this was all just a nightmare, because everything that was happening was so unreal.

She felt herself lose her strength and fall into the hooded figure's arms. She felt a pinch in her arm, like a needle had been thrusted into it, and she began to lose consciousness. Her eyes felt heavier and heavier, and finally, as much as she wanted to stay awake, she couldn't anymore. She let the darkness swallow her.

Katherine felt herself awaken. At first, she couldn't hear or see anything. But she gradually was able to hear odd, creaking noises. The sound at first was quiet, but it became louder, and louder, and louder, as if someone was turning up the volume, until she gained complete power over her hearing again.

She tried to open her eyes, but every time she did, they would quickly shut again. This went on for quite some time, until Katherine began to take more control of her body. She moved her hands to her face and groaned.

Suddenly, all of the memories from what she had most recently experienced returned to her. Her eyes flew open, and she began to take in the sights around her.

She was in a room of a very old house. It was dusty and completely made out of wood, and the room was dark and obviously had no windows. There were odd toys strewn across the floor, including dolls and toy trains. Katherine was lying on her back on a very old couch. The back of the couch was up against her left side.

Katherine remembered what had happened even more vividly, and now she was terrified to look down towards her stomach. Remembering the knife sticking out of her own body was the most scarring image she had ever seen, and she wished it was a nightmare. Face scrunched, she slowly tilted her head down, and opened one eye to see.

Katherine cried out very loudly. She had never seen so much blood before. It was absolutely horrifying. She began to feel the pain shoot through the wounded area. She had never been so terrified in her life. As the pain became more intense, she cried out even louder than before. A thought repeated in her head.

I am going to die. I am going to die. I am going to die.

She looked to her right side, down on the floor, moaning because every movement that she made hurt. She noticed a white rag in the middle of the floor, and Katherine knew that this would help her wound. But, it was much too far away for her to reach. She felt tears pour down her face in frustration. Who would do this awful thing to her anyway? She wasn't able to see a face on the dark-hooded person. She didn't even see if this person was a man or a woman. She was too busy being shocked that this creepy person was even standing in front of her.

Katherine didn't know what to do anymore. She didn't know where she was. She didn't know how long she had been on the couch or what time it was. Katherine was just happy that the knife wound wasn't deep enough to kill her or cause her to lose too much blood.

Katherine reluctantly looked down at the wound. As she did this, she also noticed she was no longer wearing the same clothes. She was now wearing a dark blue letterman jacket, with white leather sleeves and was lined with a gray hoodie. She had on a gray v-neck that was purposefully raised up above her wound, so Katherine could see it. She also had dark jeans on, and the converse she was wearing when she wore the dress.

She looked down at the wound and noticed that it looked fresh, like she had been stabbed not too long ago. By this she assumed she had been in this weird room for maybe a couple hours, but she couldn't be positive. All she knew is that she was still losing blood and she needed that rag.

Katherine began yelling for help. Maybe someone else was in the house, or maybe the house she was in was close to other occupied houses. Tears were rushing down her face, and every time she yelled, her stomach hurt more and more.

She had never been more terrified in her life.

"Emily! Please wake up! Em, can you hear me? We really need you to wake up, now!"

Emily let out a small moan. Her head hurt, and her mind felt numb. Turning her head, she grumbled, "Spence, just let me sleep longer, please..."

"You don't understand!" Spencer practically shouted into her ear. "Snap out of it! We were put into this weird room!"

Still out of it, Emily didn't process the information very quickly. She opened her eyes just a little bit, and everything was blurry. "Wh... what?"

Suddenly, she could hear something. It sounded like... Aria. And she was... crying? Why was Aria crying?

And why was she with them?

Emily began to open her eyes more. It was dark, and she couldn't see much through her blurry vision, but she could tell something wasn't right. This wasn't Spencer's room. She could see Spencer sitting on her knees over her, and she was holding her shoulders.

"Please, Emily. Listen to me. I think we were all drugged and brought to this weird place. Hanna just woke up before you."

Emily's brain, although still slow, began to realize what was going on. Her eyes widened. Her vision finally became clear and her eyes were adjusted. Spencer helped Emily sit up. And suddenly, her brain was awake.

"Omygod. Where the hell are we?!"

Looking around, it looked like it used to be some weird living room in a basement. There were no windows. Only old, wooden walls and floorboards. Dusty furniture decorated the room.

Emily looked around, panicking. She spotted Aria, who was sitting on a couch, crying. Emily stood up, still slightly woozy from the drug that was apparently put inside of her. She rushed over to Aria, sitting down next to her, wrapping her arms around her and placing her friend's brunette head on her chest. This whole experience hadn't kicked in for Emily yet. Her mind was still processing the fact that they were in some basement of an abandoned house. It was too unreal.

"It's going to be okay, Aria. Don't worry," she said, even though Emily wasn't sure if she believed herself. Spencer came over and sat on Aria's other side.

Emily rarely saw her small friend cry like this. Usually, Emily was the one crying and breaking down, because she was the most sensitive one to these situations.

Emily looked over at Hanna, who was on the gray couch across from her. Hanna shook her head in disbelief, her blonde curls bouncing, and put her head in her hands.

Spencer looked around. "I think A locked us in this basement. We should go out of this room and see if there are any ways to get out of here, or contact someone."

Just as Spencer said this, they heard something. It was loud and clear.

"Help!"

They all looked at each other, eyes wide. Aria detached herself from Emily and wiped her eyes.

"There's someone else locked in this basement!"

At first, the girls were all frozen in place. When they heard the cry for help again, they jumped up and raced towards the door. Fortunately, it wasn't locked, and opened with loud creaks. They entered the hallway. There were several doors in the hallway leading to other rooms. Emily found this odd- when she thought of basements, she usually thought they were just one room. This basement was like a whole floor.

"Please, someone!"

They ran over to the door that the yelling came from, and tuned the knob. They creaky door swung open.

All four girls gasped.

Inside, there was a girl. She was lying on a couch, her face wet with tears. She was small and had dark hair, pulled up in a bow. Her shirt was rolled up to reveal a wound on her abdomen. There was so much blood. Emily could barely look.

And then she realized who this girl was. She recognized her. And she knew why.

She was the girl next door. The girl living in Alison's house.