Fiddling with my fingers, I sat, my leg shaking in the waiting room of the ICU. It's been an entire week and waiting for Maya to wake up has been eating me out inside.

I thought over the events of the past week. Alison's confession had thrown me straight out of the closet. Spencer was shocked to say the least, but all my friends were extremely supportive and comforting in my time of need. They had been with me as often as they could, holding my hand in the waiting room or running to fetch everyone coffee. These small things meant so much to me.

Hanna didn't believe me when I told her about Ben at first. She had this magical idea carved inside her head of Ben and I as the perfect, fairy tale couple and at first, she was in denial. Mostly this was because she felt absolutely dreadful that she hadn't seen past his lying smirk or seen how I was hurting. Hanna had always been the super protective one and it pained her that she hadn't protected me.

Aria was my rock. She had pulled through in ways I couldn't even imagine, helping me deal with the publicity of the case, helping me talk with my dad and even referring my parents to a share group for parents with lgbt children. Alongside her undying emotional support, I couldn't have asked for anymore from my friend.

I haven't seen Alison since, but all the things they are saying about her conflict me. I'm not sure if I should love her unconditionally or lash out at her. At this point, I'm doing nothing. Absolutely nothing. I didn't even attend her hearing yesterday. Soon right? I know, but the DiLaurentis' wanted a quick trial to keep their name from being overly corrupted.

How is my family?

My dad has been amazing. He took leave straight away and has been home for 5 days. He has been with me at the hospital, held me when I couldn't sleep and he even went to one of those parent groups Aria suggested!

My mom on the other hand, probably would have kicked me out if my dad hasn't come home. She hasn't uttered a word to me since the police station, but I've heard her speaking to my father. She is convinced I am Satan himself. She thinks that I helped Ali kill Ben and that Ben never hurt me. She is disgusted by my choice in lifestyle and keeps shoving religious pamphlets under my door at night. I heard her call me a whore. I know I am one, but hearing my own mother says it tears me apart more than I could ever imagine.

" Miss Fields? "

Maya's nurse poked her head around the door cautiously, unsure of what state I would be in. I couldn't blame her, I've been a wreck this past week.

" Maya's doctors say she should start coming to her senses soon, " she smiled encouragingly. " She should wake up sometime tonight if we can predict correctly from her brain activity scans. "

I clasped my hands over my mouth in delight and sighed happily. " Thank you for telling me! Do you think I will be able to see her when she wakes up? "

" Not immediately, her mother has asked to be there when she wakes up, but I think if you stick around we can squeeze you in tonight, even if it's passed visiting hours. "

" Thank you so much! "

I decided to quickly go grab some coffee, but the hospital coffee was pathetic and the Brew was right around the corner.

As I stepped outside of the hospital, I was swarmed with flashes of lights and millions of questions as the eager reporters huddled around me. My anxiety kicked in again as I tried to make my way past them.

" We haven't seen your mother with you all week, care to explain? "

" Will you be attending Ben's funeral? "

" How is Ms Saint-Germain today? "

" Will you be attending the gay rights march this weekend? "

" How do you feel about Alison pleading insanity? Do you support her getting placed in a mental institution over jail, or do you think that this is some manipulative scheme to avoid jail time? "

My head snapped back as I heard the question behind me and rage filled my bones. Clenching my fists, I walked over to the reporter.

" Don't ask me about Alison, okay? I don't want to hear about her, I don't want to think about her and I'm definitely not going to talk about her! "

Tears streaming down my face, I ran past all the reporters and straight into the Brew, where more familiar faces gave me sympathetic glances and worried looks. I quickly ordered an Americano, trying avoid stares. I could hear the whispers pulsing around the Brew, which had become quite deadly silence since I walked in. I couldn't take it any longer, sprinting out with my coffee to the only place I could think of.

I'm not sure why I came here, all my memories here of her are fond and loving. Flicking her blonde curls back lightly, smiling that award winning grin that tugged at my heart. If I wanted to forget about Ali, it probably wasn't the best idea that I came to the kissing rock to do it.

I played with my bracelet, the one she had given me so long ago. I couldn't bare to take it off, even when Maya had asked.

I shrugged off my blue Sharks hoodie, gently placing it along the rocks as a pillow and laying my head down on it. It was so peacefully to just lay here.

My phone beeped and I quickly answered it.

" Ms Fields? "

" Hi, I'm sorry I went out to get coffee and I'm on my way back. Is she awake, can I see her? "

" She's awake, but I'm not sure how you're going to take this news... "

the end

Yeah that's the end! I first intended on writing this as only one story, but to me it just makes a lot more sense to carry on the rest as the sequel which will be 3 years in the future! I've got lads of plans still for the story so keep a look out for the sequel please! I'd say it would be up

by the end of the week because I'm almost finished the first chapter, but I have school camp so next week I promise!

Happy birthday to Leapyearbaby29!