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In my memory, I was hurting before we met, oh

In my memory, there's still burnin'

Fingerprints you left

And I always meant to say to you I can't

So just turn your face, until I can't see you anymore

Turn your face, until I can't feel you anymore

Walk away until you're not standing at my door

Turn your face, walk away, and stay

Turn your face

-Little Mix, Turn Your Face


Later that night, Aria and I sat in her room, thinking of who could've sent that text. And so far we have nothing. "Maybe it was a prank? Noel and his douches were probably just messing with us. No biggie." I say, trying to see the light.

"Why would he do that? And how did he know?" My sister groaned in frustration.

I was just about to reply when Dad called us. "Aria! Alex! Emily's here!"

We exchange a glance. Emily? We clumber down and sure enough she was there, getting pestered by my dad.

"Now it's starting to feel like old times." He says, and I scoff. "We left old times, remember?" Aria states, and Dad says,

"Yes Aria. I remember."

He'd better. We step on the porch, and I close the door behind us. "I'm sorry for just stopping by." She apologizes, and I shake my head in disapproval. "Anytime, Em. You know that."

"Somebody left a note in my locker." Emily says, and I stiffen. Her too? "From 'A'?"

"You too?" She asks, and I sigh. "Do you think it's her?" Aria asks, and Emily shrugs.

"Only Allison could have known-"

She stops, as if trying to word something. "Known what?" I ask.

"It was…"

"Personal?"

"I really believed she was dead."

Allison? Dead? I figured this was all a stunt, and when she comes back she would get all the attention and ditch us for some seniors or something. I don't know.

"We all did." Aria says, and I was about to argue when something caught my eye. Dad's light is on, but the shades are drawn, as if hiding something. Which is crazy, right? What more could he be hiding?

"Could she really be back?" Emily asks, and I detected the faintest hint of hope in her tone.

"I think she's playing with us." I say, causing them both to stare at me.

"Why would she do that?" Emily asked.

"Because she's Allison. Wasn't that her favorite sport?"

"Should we tell someone?" Em asks, and I stare wildly at her. "No!" I say a bit overly loudly. I didn't want anyone to find out what happened that night, especially not the cops.

They both nod. After a few beats of silence, Emily finally says, "I'm glad you guys are back."

"It's funny." Aria starts. "Even though I grew up here, I still feel like a total outsider." I had to agree with that one. Everyone had moved on with their lives, and I was stuck here, reliving the freaking past. A horrible, horrible past.

"Me too." Em agrees.

LATER THAT SAME NIGHT

Just as I was about to take a drive with Aria my phone chirps. I pick it up, and it says it was an unknown number. Strange. Opening the text message, I gasp.

It was a picture of me and Allison, heated looks on our faces. But that wasn't what had upset me. It was because there was another Allison, creeping up behind her, shovel in hand.

Look familiar, Alex? –A

Oh. My. God.

IN THE CAR

We were driving around, talking about nothing. That was until we saw police cars and ambulances pull up. What was going on?

Getting out of the car, we move a little closer. I saw Spencer looking at the scene from her driveway and motion for Aria to follow me. "I heard that Hannah got called to the police station today." Aria says, and Spencer turns to us with steely eyes. "She would never talk about-"

"The Jenna thing?" We all turn to see Hannah, all skinny and beautiful, looking at us. "We made a promise."

BACK AT HOME

We were curled up on the couch, watching the news. Current owners of the residence were in the process of demolishing the structure to make room for a remodeling project when workers made the gruesome discovery." The reporter said, and I sit up a little straighter. What discovery? The image of a coroner wheeling a body out of Allison's old backyard popped up on the screen, and I gasped.

"Parents of the deceased were unavailable for comment but a family spokesperson confirmed the gazebo was under construction the summer thirteen-year-old Alison DiLaurentis disappeared. The family moved from Rosewood two years after their daughter went missing."

No. No. This wasn't Allison. I mean, she wasn't dead. She couldn't be dead.

"Tonight they have asked for privacy as they come to terms with the sad ending of a three year old mystery. And local authorities are coming to terms with a killer at large in Rosewood."

Allison DiLaurentis was dead.

AT THE FUNERAL

I still couldn't believe it. The next day at school was sad and depressing. No one really talked. I mean, how could you? One of the most brilliant girls in Rosewood was gone.

Walking into the crowded chapel, it was too much for me. I walked off and saw Hannah there, looking into the crowd. "Hey." I say as I approach her.

"Hey."

"You look…good."

"Don't you even go there."

Hannah used to be fat. It wasn't like she was huge, but she just carried a little extra weight around. It didn't matter to me what she looked like, but Allison was always making jabs about it and I felt horrible. No matter how many times I told her to stop, she still did it.

After a few minutes of random chatting, I spot Allison's parents. "I'll talk to you later, OK?"

"Miss. DiLaurentis?" I speak softly, knowing how hard this all must be for her. She smiles and hugs me.

"Alex. I'm glad you came. I asked all of the other girls to sit up front. It's what she would've wanted." She says, and I nod.

"Of course."

I walk down the center aisle, passing Mona… Ben… some guy sitting with Melissa… and Noel. He looks at me as I pass him, and I turn. Then I stop dead.

It was a picture of Allison, smiling and tilting her head in that way she always did. I barley even notice when a hand grabs mine.

Hannah. I squeeze it. Sitting next to her, we all join hands. This was so sad.

"Poor Ali." Emily says.

"Can you believe what a scene this is?" Hannah asks.

"Popular in life and death." Spencer responds, and I smile a little.

I notice Emily barley keeping it together. She looks as if she was going to burst out in tears any moment. Pulling out a flask from her bag, Hannah hands it to her.

"No thanks. I don't-"

"I think today…you do."

When Aria's phone buzzes, we all look at her with strange expressions. "Anyone we know?" Spencer asks.

"Just my mom. Texting from the back."

"Wait. Emily, Aria and I aren't the only one's getting texts from 'A', are we?" I ask. Their silence is answer enough. Suddenly a chatter buzz fills the room. I turn to see…Jenna?

"Oh my God." Spencer says. Her brother, Toby, was leading her down the aisle, and when they finally sit down, he glares at us. What the hell did we ever do to him? Oh yeah.

We made his sister blind, and he took the fall for us.

That's a pretty good reason to hate somebody.

"Did you girls see that Jenna was here? I didn't know her and Ali were friends." Miss. DiLaurentis walks over and says, and I sigh.

"They weren't." I respond.

After the funeral, we all walk out together. An attractive man in a dark suit approaches us. "Spencer, Emily, Alex, Aria, Hannah." He greets. I frown at him. How did he know our names?

"Do we know you?" Spence asks. Apparently she was just as confused as I was.

He pulls out a business card. "I understand that you two were good friends with the victim?" Obviously a cop.

"We were." Aria says.

"I'm going to need to talk to each of you." Oh no! He didn't- he couldn't possibly know about that night, could he? "We talked to the police after Ali went missing." Spencer states.

"And I intend to go over each of your statements. This is no longer a missing person's investigation. This is a murder. And you can be assured, I will found out what happened that summer." He walks away, all creepy and stuff.

Damn it.

Was is just me, or did that sound like a threat? We all watch Jenna leave. I notice Wilden watching us and look away. "Do you think he knows…?" I start.

"No." Spencer says. "How could he?"

Suddenly all of our phones vibrate.

"Oh my god."

"It's from-"

"I got one too."

"I'm still here bitches. And I know everything. –A." Spence reads aloud.

Holy shit.

A/N: Edited.