Hey guys what's up! So it's Saturday night and everyone's going out, but I think I'm going to pass. I'd rather practice the writing skill, plus I bet you guys are dying for the next chapter so here it goes. Oh and to add a little hint and/or mystery about the end I revised chapter one to give the story a little kick and I suggest you go back and read the first paragraph in order for this chapter to make since. I might be doing this on some chapters today or tomorrow so I'll let you know. I hope I don't confuse myself while changing the point of views. Also some of the medicine I'm listing on this chapter is all made up, because apparently, doctors haven't made any pills/substances that cause amnesia! Other than that, read and enjoy!;)

Who Are You?

I sit in this mental institution lost. My parole hearing isn't so far from now, I mean c'mon! My attempted murder charge was years ago! I guess I should be grateful I'm even eligible, but then again, I want to get out of here. I don't want to be here, I hate it here! It feels like I'm trapped, if I could go back in time and change things, I would, but it's too late for that now. I'm tired of these nurses dressed in white telling me to take my damn pills and pretending to give a f*ck when they don't. You and I both know they don't care! So I don't understand why I haven't been released yet. They tell me writing this story will make the time go by fast, and I can't argue, because it does. But I just, I just can't take it anymore, I swear if I don't get released this time I'm just going to kill myself! Everybody that's admitted in this damn institution are crazy as hell. They don't even know their first names! I myself am a smart person, but complaining about this isn't going to help me, so I guess I'll just get back to writing the tragic events that lead me here.

~Hospital's Medicine Room~

I look around the medicine room for something strong, really strong, but nothing comes to eye. As much as I know it's dangerous to be in this room I 'm not rushing. I want to find something strong so Cece forgets everything, well, just Emily. I look around, and something pops up. Hydrophlorenza, causes amnesia for traumatic events, only use the right amount of dosage, if not, patient might forget more than originally expected. This is perfect! I open the bottle, they're capsules. Thank God, I can easily break them in half and mix them in her water, my job here is done! Just when I slip the bottle in my navy blue hoodie I hear the door creak open. I quickly search my mind for an excuse as to why I'm in here as I turn around. There before me is a stranger in a black hoodie. They're a little taller than me; it was hard to tell whether they were a he or a she. But I can only manage to choke out a few words.

"Who are you?" I say in a strong voice, hoping to make myself not seem scared.

"That's for me to know, and for you find out. I've seen you've been messing with my girls, and I'm impressed." The person in a dark hoodie said. "You've been making my job a WHOLE lot easier, but I don't like to watch from the sidelines, I'm here to play."

"Um, thanks."

"I've come to offer you a deal."

"I work alone." I say.

"Not anymore, unless you want the Rosewood Police to know who was the one who cause all this to Cece Drake, and you wouldn't want that, would you?" the person in the black hoodie says. Just before I'm about to say something in retaliation the person takes out some photographs from their hoodie pocket and flings them at me. I stare down at the pictures that are now on the floor. This person is really smart. There before me I observe pictures of me watching Spencer, Hanna, and Aria take Cece to the hospital across the street. I see a few more pictures of Paige and I talking right before Cece is about to come to the Auto Garage as well.

"Ha, this doesn't prove anything!" I say.

"Not the pictures itself, but this does." The person in the black hoodie takes out a portable hand-held voice recorder and pushes play. The voice on the recording is obviously mine. And what I'm saying is pretty incriminating.

"What the hell were you thinking!? This wasn't part of the plan! You know what fine! I've always known, if you want to do things right you gotta get them done yourself. And if you ever decide to stand in my way to protect your little jock, just remember, you're just as guilty as me." The voice recorder rang out, and the person in the black hoodie slipped it back in their pocket. That was the message I left on Paige's cell phone. How the hell did this person get ahold of this!?

"Ouch, that sounds pretty incriminating. Any idiot with ears can tell that your voice. Hmmm, what to do, what to do. I could always pass by Cece's room and just drop it off as a surprise that her best friend of so many years decided-"

"No, please, I'll do anything." I get out, doing a good job at hiding my frustration. I hate that whoever this person is, has so much on me.

"That's what I thought." The person in the hoodie said as they turned there back to walk out. "I'll be in touch, Jessie."

"How do you know my name?"

"Hahaa, I know everything. Just like I know about that little amateur substance in your pocket. If I were you, I'd mix the substance in with the powder in those pills; it'll make Cece forget a lot, without actually forgetting everything." The person in the black hoodie said, making their way out the door. I decide to make my way out of the room. I close the door slowly so no one will know anyone was ever there. I can't get that person in the black hoodie out of my head! I hate being tied down like this, I work alone! I'm my own head honcho! And now, I'm dirt. Oh well, at least that person gave me some great advice. I make my way down the hallway and go to the water dispenser. After I get the cup of water I make my way to the restroom, where I break three pills in half and mix the powder in the water. It looks clear, for now. I decided to follow the person in a black hoodie's advice. I take out shot and put the substance into the water. I mix it all up and like before, the water is clear. Cece will never know what hit her! I think to myself after I make my way out of the bathroom and back to Cece's hospital room.

~In Emily's Hospital Room~

"Okay Hanna, what did this person look like?" Spencer asked.

"He looked exactly like he would be related to Cece! That's why I even told him what room number she was in!" Hanna answers.

"YOU TOLD HIM WHAT ROOM NUMBER SHE'S IN!" Emily yelled, shooting up from the spot to where she was laying in her bed in a state of shock.

"Em, Em, calm, calm down." Aria said as Spencer was holding her back. "She probably has a brother but never told us! Maybe that's all okay, let's not blow this out of proportion!

"Guys, if Cece had a brother, I would've been the first one to know! She could be in serious danger, SPENCER LET ME GO!" Emily screamed.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what's going on in here?" Wren asked as he walked in, seeing that all the three girls were holding down Emily.

"Emily thinks Cece has a fake brother who's trying to kill Cece." Hanna said bluntly.

"HANNA!" Spencer and Aria said.

"Well, I can go check up on Ms. Drake. I'll also check up on her brother." Wren implied.

"You mean Ms. Drake, Ms. Drake? The one who made that song dedication a little earlier?" one of the nurses said as she came to give Emily her nightly medicine.

"Yeah her." Wren said.

"Oh, well she hasn't had any visitors, I passed by her wing's hallway a few minutes ago and she was alone." The nurse said. Emily once again tried to get up but her friends were holding her down. Emily's heart monitor was rising rapidly; she knew that something was wrong.

"There must be some mistake, Hanna where did you see Cece's 'brother'." Wren asked.

"I saw him in her wing's hallway!" Hanna said.

"Oh that's impossible, we don't allow anyone access in that hallway unless they are okayed by the official head nurse in the main office right beside the hallway." The nurse said.

"Okay, now there's really got to be some mistake, Cece must've-"

"DR. KINGSTON! DR. KINGSTON! MS. DRAKE IS HAVING FATAL SEIZURES IN THE LOWER WING, ROOM 11!" another nurse interrupted as she rushed in the room. "YOU SHOULD GET THERE QUICK! IT DOESN'T LOOK SO GOOD!" she emphasized.

"Uh-oh. I'm on my way. Spencer, Hanna, and Aria, keep Emily-"

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Emily yelled, interrupting Wren. She was so strong she pushed her friends out of her way, got up from the hospital bed, and ran down the hallway stairs that lead to Cece's lower wing room. She was in so much fear she didn't even hear Wren, the nurses, and her friends yelling at her to get back to her room, she was so scared for the girl she loved, that didn't matter to her at the moment. Room 8, Room 9, Room 10, finally Room 11. Emily flung the door open and saw two nurses holding Cece down as the girl was having terrible seizures. She was moving around all over the place, shaking and drooling. Emily was horrified.

"Oh God, Cece no!" Emily said as she collapsed on the floor crying. Wren, the other two nurses, and Emily's friends finally made their way to the horror in Room 11. At this point Spencer, Hanna, and Aria were even in tears at how sad this was, not even a half hour ago Cece was doing fine and making a song dedication to Emily over the radio, and now she was having really terrible seizures. It also hurt to see how heartbroken Emily was at this.

"Get Emily out of the room. NOW!" Wren yelled, he needed to work on Cece pronto, and he needed to think of what he could do. Spencer, Hanna, and Aria picked up a crying Emily off the floor and lead her out of the room. Emily didn't retaliate. She didn't want to be there anymore. It hurt a lot to see the girl she loved in so much pain. Emily couldn't stand it.

"HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN!?" She cried to her friends, who were crying with her.

"We don't know Em, we don't know." Spencer said, holding Emily with her arms as Hanna and Aria wrapped their arms around the two.

"Don't worry Em, hopefully she'll be okay." Aria implied, mentally slapping herself for even saying that. If it were Ezra the girl would be a complete mess as well. Emily didn't say anything though. She just kept on crying in their arms, wishing she could awake from this terrible nightmare. There was only one problem, this wasn't a nightmare, it was reality.

*OH NO!:( What did you guys think? I didn't like writing this part, but in order to make this story interesting I had to! Please don't hate me! I promise things will get better. If you like please send me your feedback so I can know how I did. Oh and shout out goes out to the guest 'kelcd12.' Reviews like that that make me shed a few tears. Hahaa just kidding but I really appreciated that, it makes me more determined to stop what I'm doing and write more chapters. So thank you very much!:)*