Mike's POV (1st person)

I was finally out of hospital, the doctor told me to just have a couple of pills a day and I would be better in no time.

Currently I was in a therapy session, yup, they think I am crazy. Apparently me getting a little frustrated over a guy who wasn't respecting a girl, was me having anger issues. To be quite honest this seemed to be just like the movies, everybody awkwardly sitting around in a circle feeling uncomfortable until the psychiatrist came to ask about how we felt. At least I got to miss trig.

I looked around the circle, there were only about 6 or 7 people. A warm smile caught my eye, I glanced towards the big plump lips. It was Mona Vanderwaal. I cast my eyes downwards, I shouldn't be looking at her, not after what she did to Aria and Hanna. Though I didn't know the details of her torture, I knew she was the reason for sister's constant pain and tears.

I glanced up again, and found her staring at me with big almond eyes, I didn't find the supposed cruelty or insanity, but I could see a slight sly edge to her. The door opened with a SMACK. Causing my eyes to avert towards the dark blue entrance of the large airy room we were in.

"Hi guys, my name's Jesse Lindall, excuse my tardiness," his voice was oddly tranquil and positive, a contrast to the austere atmosphere we had created in the last 10 minutes.

"Are you sure your a teacher? You seem a little too young," Damien Stockport asked, screwing his powdered white face into a strange scowl.

"Well my birth certificate and degree say other wise. So lets begin."

He walked around the circle twice, holding eye contact with each of us, almost as if trying to figure out what cereal we had eaten this morning.

"First off call me Jesse."

Damien snorted, and in a snap Jesse's eyes were trained on him.

"What?" Jesse asked with amusement in his own voice.

"This is just like those crappy movies, I am your friend, I am one of you, I know what it feels like, you should all be comfortable around me," Damien's voice shifting to a 30 year old crack head.

"Well who said movies don't have a point? You know what I haven't gone through anything majorly bad in my life, my parents are happily married and have given me the best life possible, I was popular and had a girlfriend, straight A student-," he had been interrupted, but by Martha this time, she made a light sound which to my best knowledge would be a laugh.

"What?" he asked Martha.

Though Martha wasn't in the mood (I wouldn't really say she was ever in the mood) and simply stared out of the window with her sullen eyes fascinated with the swirls and patterns the clouds had created within the sky. Jesse grabbed a wooden chair and sat on it with his torso leaning against the back of the chair.

"Well then I'll guess why. You all are probably thinking 'how is this relevant?'. Well everything I told you was a lie, I was just expecting 1 of you to react, so you see the movies are true, you only listen to people who were in a bad situation. My parents were ex convicts, I had been abused by my foster parents till I was 7. I was always the disgusting kid who would pick, flick and lick his snot, no girl wanted to be 10 feet within reach of me. You might ask how I can talk about it so openly today? Because I am not embarrassed of what I have done in the past because you have to remember everyday is a fresh start, and that is what helped me from falling in a very dark place. Without talking about it you may never get rid of it, so you won't be able to have the fresh start that I did."

He waited to see our reactions, but we waited to see his. He gave a smile and continued.

"Now that that speech is over, how about you all? All of you have done or had something which you wish you hadn't happened. Tell all 8 people in this room what happened, because they are in a similar situation, they can't judge you. Lets start off with Lilianna."

The girl in question kept her gaze down only looking up for a fraction of a second. "I have dependent personality disorder, I am scared of being alone, not having someone to tell me what to do, I guess I need someone to blame if something goes wrong."

Jesse looked deeply at her before he stood up and dragged the heels of the chair against the floor tiles next to her.

"How does it affect your everyday life?"

Closing her eyes and turning her head to the left, away from Jesse, "Its hard to talk to people without acting too patronizing, its hard..." she paused this time turning her head to the right and straight at Jesse.

"-to have a friendship... a relationship. I can't get close to anyone, it isn't good for me and not for them. I'm scared of being forgotten and let go of, I need to know someone will be there forever."

There was something that was hidden between these 2, something that we didn't know about, I almost felt like I was protruding a very intimate conversation.

"In your case, you might think you need to have nobody with you to make you overcome this, but you need someone who will be there emotionally, that is something everyone has to have." He opened his mouth to speak again but...

"My turn!" a voice sang, clearly noticing the tension between the 2, of course it was Mona. Jesse's looked over to her, his face calm face not cracking.

"Very well."

Mona looked around cautiously, "On second thought I don't really have anything to say, I think I need more time to think about things."

"Okay, Mike tell us what your dealing with then," Jesse passed it over to me.

I sat up from my position and unfolded my crossed arms. A silence washing over us as I contemplated on what to say.

And then the bell rang.

Hanna's POV (first person)

I was still in shock, how did 'A' manage to get that note into my pen? The bell rang to which I was eternally grateful for, I don't think I could manage another 2 minutes of English. I scurried out of the classroom with the words on the note blinking like sirens into my brain.

'RAVENSWOOD, 20:00, COME ALONE OR LOVER BOY GETS IT'

Who was lover boy?

Was it Caleb?

Worry washed over me, with a flush of erratic scenes of Caleb being tortured or killed infecting my mind. I couldn't let that happen.

Authors note

I know its bad but couldn't think of anything.

Do you ship Hike as much as I do?

Do you think she will go?

Could you guys tweet Marlene about Hike?

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