WHAT HAPPENED IN THE DOLLHOUSE:
A 'Pretty Little Liars' Fanfiction
Chapter 11: Spencer
Music blared from the quaint little radio CeCe had gifted her, alas it didn't drown out the screaming in her mind. Her room had been upgraded but the image of that dull little place she was trapped in mere days ago was seared into her brain. Days? Weeks? She had lost count. A thousand books couldn't suffocate the constant feelings of dread and nausea bubbling in her chest. Spencer couldn't recall the last proper meal she had eaten. It didn't bother her anymore. All that she could think about was getting her sickly-sweet revenge on those bitches that claimed to be her friend, yet never were. All the years she had wasted with them disgusted her. As her mind began to fixate on the typical horrid thoughts she had been dwelling on recently, she noticed her fingernails beginning to dig into her palms. Quickly she shuffled to a tiny mirror that hung on the wall. It bothered her it was crooked. However, the more she fixed it the worse it became. Possibly the universe playing a cruel joke on her. Looking at her reflection had ceased to shock her. She wasn't the Spencer Hastings she used to be. Only a shell, a mutant creation of what happens when even the very best are pushed too far.
"Spencer? Can I come in?" Mona stood hesitantly by the door. All that Spencer could muster was a half-hearted grunt.
"How have you been?" She bit her nails as she asked. The answer was obvious. Spencer was visibly skinnier, and mottled grey circles had permanently settled beneath her eyes.
"Peachy. Did CeCe send you here?"
"CeCe… doesn't know I'm here. I wanted to talk to you alone about your plan. It's brilliant, I'll give you that, but it isn't like you," Mona said. She knew what she had to say wouldn't go down well, but she needed to do this for the sake of the girls. For Hanna. The hell she had put Hanna through tormented her every single waking moment. Her nightmares were full of the terrified screaming of the girls. Not even in sleep could she escape it. The thought of Spencer's plan being used on Hanna made her want to vomit.
"I've changed, Mona. You know that. After what I've been through how could I not? You made me what I am today," she stated, squashing an ant beneath her finger tip out of boredom. Mona didn't know what to say. Life had been cruel upon all of the girls, there was no denying it. Yet not all of them had become murderous and vicious, unlike Spencer.
"Don't do it. Take it from someone who has done things like what you're planning, manipulating
people is like a drug. You won't be satisfied once you get your revenge. I wasn't, and I'm still not, but
you can fight it. Don't you want to feel like yourself again?" All Spencer could do was laugh wickedly.
She needed her revenge. It was cute that she thought she could change her mind. How naïve of
her. Making eye contact with Mona she pressed the little red button on her dresser that alerted
CeCe.
"Goodbye Vanderwaal. See you on the other side." As CeCe came barging into the room and
grabbed ahold of Mona, Spencer got up and walked down the hallway, still hearing the screams and cries and pleas. It didn't
phase her. She was just another person standing in the way.
Author Note: Hey! I'm sorry for such a long wait. Thank you truly to all of you who continued to support this story, and I hope you still stick with it until the end despite such a long hiatus. Apologies if the formatting is off :)