This story is about to make a big change and I'm soo incredibly excited to share the last few chapters with you guys. I'm working on them right now and hope, hope, hope you like them. Have fun and let me know who you think is A. The reveal is about to be published. Be patient...
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It's been some weeks...
Spencer:
When Spencer woke up early in the morning, the sun hadn't risen yet. She stood up yawning and although it was that early, she could see the cop's car in her parking lot- as always it was standing there and considering it, Spencer reminded herself of how long it had taken her to get used to it.
She felt and also was watched all the time, each of her movements.
Of course, it was annoying and she kinda felt like thrown back to her childhood but couldn't change it. Anyway, she knew that it would be irresponsible not to agree with them having a look on her and the others.
At least A was somewhere out there, maybe not even far away from her. Maybe the cop out there wasn't the only person watching her right now.
Hanna:
The traffic light already seemed to be red for half an infinity and Caleb's fingers were nervously drumming on the steering wheel.
"What's wrong?" she asked, reaching for his hand.
"Nothing, I'm fine. Just didn't sleep much."
Hanna hadn't slept much as well, not for any specific reason but because the cops didn't give her the feeling of safety. She rather felt in danger which was why they stood there. She couldn't really remember the last night in which she hadn't had any nightmares.
The worst about it was probably that she didn't know when it would finally be over because whenever they thought it was, one of them received another message. And another. And another.
How could somebody invest so much energy in driving them crazy? Well, at least she had to admit that it kinda worked out. She didn't know what to do if nothing changed. It had to.
"How are you? You look tired too." Caleb said as if he had read her mind. Hanna said nothing but just nodded. She was tired and done.
All of this was so exhausting. There were only a couple of days left till graduation and she could think of nothing but A. She wasn't even happy when nothing bad happened because she then knew that there was something worse waiting for them. When Hanna had been in seventh grade, her biggest problem were her braces and later her weight. She would have never thought that she would get through all of it but probably you're always stronger than you think you are.
"Any new messages?" Caleb asked, breaking the silence.
"No, not yet." She mumbled.
"Why are you such absentminded then?"
"If there aren't any messages, I'm always thinking that something worse is gonna happen. They are still not sure if A killed Wren and I'm just asking myself, what could be worse."
"Worse than what?"
"Dying."
Caleb took a deep breath, not having a response at first. She wasn't even sure if she wanted him to answer but he did:
"Maybe he also killed himself and A just used it to scare you. Sometimes people like the idea of dying because feelings can be overwhelming. Sadness can be and pain can be too. There is a point when everyone feels too much of it and maybe Wren just did."
"Is that what A wants us to feel?"
"I don't know, Han." He said, staring at the street in front of them. "I don't know what makes somebody do things alike and why."
"I just want it to be over, I wanna graduate and life a fuckin' normal life. Normality is such underrated."
"I love you because you're not normal."
"Because some freak is after me?"
"No that's not what I meant."
"What did you mean then?"
"I love you because you don't give up and appreciate the good things in life. That's why."
Turning his head to her, he considered her ocean blue eyes and kissed her, holding her head in his hands.
Emily:
Standing in front of the curtain, Emily was really curious to finally see Alison wearing her dress, the dress she would wear at graduation. Emily had already chosen hers and was now sitting in front of the cabin.
Suddenly the curtain moved and Alison stepped out. The dress was dark green and perfectly matching with the tone of her eyes. Her flowing blonde hair was covering her shoulders and all Emily could think was wow.
"What do you think?" Alison asked insecure. "You don't like it, do you?"
"I love it, Ali. It's perfect." Emily said, staring at her.
"Really?"
"Yes. There would be nothing better to wear." Emily stepped towards her, reaching for her hands. "Although you would be beautiful in anything."
Alison gently kissed her forehead. "You're cute." She whispered, turning around to the cabin.
"I wish you could just keep wearing it." Emily said through the almost closed curtain.
Aria:
Laying on Ezra's bed, Aria was checking her Instagram feed as he entered the room with a cup in each hand. "Wanna have some coffee?" he asked and she grabbed it, wrapping her hands around the cup.
"It's so cold outside." She said, considering the foggy rain she could see through his window. "Hopefully it will be better when we get our certificates."
He nodded his head. "I hope so too. Are you nervous because of it?"
"I'm probably supposed to be but there are other things that rather scare me."
"I know."
"I'm just thinking what's the aim? Why does A do this, what is it A wants to reach?"
"I wish I knew, Aria."
Aria leaned her head against his shoulder as he wrapped one arm around her. "I always thought it would be over some when, now that we are about to graduate. We should be making plans and not waste the time we have thinking about A. I just don't want A to control my live, our lives, all the time."
"Plans?" he asked.
"Yeah. Like moving together or something." She said, considering him kinda insecure.
"That would be great, we should have talked about that earlier but we hadn't any time, had we?"
"Now we have."
"Yes, now we have."
Thinking about what their flat would look like and listening to his calm voice, Aria closed her eyes and could literally see them in front of her. It was the first time that she saw something after all of this. There had to be a time after A.
Later that day:
Spencer:
Hanging up on the couch, Spencer flicked through a book she was re-reading. Suddenly she heard a knock and as she raised her head, she looked right into Toby's face that was pressed against the door's window.
Spencer jumped up and opened the door, smiling brightly. "Hey." She said, kissing him gently. "You don't even know how happy I'm to see you."
"Wanna go for a walk?" he asked. "The sun is about to dawn."
"Yes, I'd love to." Spencer answered. "I just gotta go and tell this officer that I'm leaving with you."
He nodded, already kinda used to the weird circumstances.
When they finally got to leave, Spencer grabbed his hand. "How is it going?"
"It's really good at the moment, I'm getting well paid by the man whose roof I'm currently working on and there is something else."
"What?"
"The day after tomorrow, Spence, the day after tomorrow."
"Hey, that's unfair. You can't drop a hint and then just remain silence."
"I'm sorry but it's a surprise."
"Wait, just one further question. Is that the reason for you always being busy in the past weeks?"
"Mmh."
"Oh, I wanna know what it is."
"You have to wait, you're getting to see it when you have received your certificate."
"I'm looking forward on it, believe me."
"Yeah, you should be." He said smiling.
They had already walked among the emptying streets for some time and although it was getting cold, they kept going because all Spencer wanted to, was make the best out of this moment. Every moment she could spend with Toby let her forget everything else. The cops. Wren. A.
But A was still there.
Somewhere in a dark room:
The only light thing in the room was the persons face, lightened by the bright screens in front of her. A knew they were feeling safe with the cops. But they weren't, just as long as A wanted them to be. It was A's game and it would be A finishing and winning it.
A sick smile hushed over the person's face as she grabbed a phone and typed some words.
cAtch me if u can, bitches. wAnna make a deAl? -A
Send.
Thinking of how they would be afraid, reading it, the person felt satisfied. It was still its game and they were the dolls. Still-after all this time.
