Author's Note: I'm not much for talking right now after this really doo doo day that I had today, so I'm going to try and make this as quick and as painless as possible.

Day Thirty-Six: Don't You Remember by Adele

She turned the corner to the more suburban, family-oriented area of Rosewood. Her mind wandered in every which direction as she ran and the blood began to flow quickly through her body.

She began to wonder…when she would ever see Toby again. If she ever saw him again. She just hated the way things ended in the police station. She absolutely hated how she couldn't answer when he pretty much poured his heart out to her in front of everyone. He didn't say much, but the words he used were powerful, nonetheless.

And of course, there was no goodbye kiss; nothing to remember each other by.

She wondered if he thought of her. Did he even still think of her? She wondered if he knew or even had an idea of why they broke up. She didn't have a justified reason except for her own fear in her heart.

She realized it had been quite a few weeks since she had last seen him at all. Some part of her wanted him to come and find her. She knew it was so selfish, but she wondered what it would be like to have a guy ask for her back. She never pictured herself as that kind of girl.

Stupid A. Stupid Alison. Stupid murder. That stupid shovel.

She had never felt so bitter before. It just burned an ugly taste in her mouth.

She began to run faster, almost into a sprint. She needed to feel less, even if she began to feel light-headed.

She couldn't stop herself from thinking about things, though. Things just went horribly, horribly wrong. She didn't know anything other than stupid A ruining everything for her.

She began to sprint. She began to sprint so hard, she couldn't hear anything but her heart throbbing in her ears.

Finally, she got herself to stop abruptly.

Air. Her lungs were just screaming for air. She couldn't breathe.

It was ironic, really. She was trying to give him space so he could breathe and he wouldn't suffocate, but in the process…she was drowning.

She shook her head before beginning to walk at a decent pace. She felt weird, blaming A for everything when…she probably hurt them more than A did. She had to give in to that stupid English doctor. But of course. She was so fickle…it was a miracle she even stayed with Toby for so long.

She wanted to tear herself to shreds, which she was already doing mentally. She thought she deserved it.

Spencer, caught up in her own daydreams and bad memories, didn't even realize that she was going down Emily and Toby's street.

Her breath hitched when she noticed the Cavanaughs' house. Toby was standing outside.

They locked eyes for a minute and Spencer felt her heart throbbing. Her breaths quickened.

Before she could think about it or stop herself, she turned and began to run down the street in the opposite direction. She couldn't tell if he followed her, but she was kind of hoping he did.

And when he didn't, she began to wonder if he'd already forgotten everything.

She certainly hadn't.

eveningshades1107: I did commands when I was in the seventh grade and then again like...December, I think? Commands aren't too bad. Subjunctive is a horror show. I hope you do better in it than I am doing because it melts my brain and I'm half-Mexican. I think my favourite line from "In My Own Little Corner" is about Cinderella being the greatest primadonna in Milan just because it makes me think of Marina and Italian food, two of the best things ever! I don't know if I'll go as deep and as dark as murder...but it's a one-shot! If I hate it, I'll never, ever have to look at it again, so you know what? I might just do it. I'll work on it tomorrow and try not to think about all this messed up ish going on in my life right now.

AL3110:That scares me! You'd be surprised how often I actually think about that! Sometimes, I'm just like, "Oh, no. What if I get hit by a car or a bus or get a piano dropped on me or something and you're just waiting in Denmark like "Kayson...?"

MizzIsTheFizz:Ugh, dance. If there was one thing (okay, I know what the one thing is, so two things because the other one is a bit more important) that I could do over, I'd stick with dancing (I used to dance when I was younger and I wasn't that bad). I was telling my music teacher about how I'd love to learn lyrical dance and she said I'd be great at it since I'm so expressive with singing. I like to think so, too (plus, it would help my acting abilities), but I'm just not that flexible and I can't spot to save my life (which is kind of essential when it comes to turns and dancing). And I just feel like if I were a dancer, I could spend the whole day just doing a la secondes and fouettes and pirouettes and illusion turns just for fun or until my mom came in my room and told me to stop before my head fell off my neck). Anyways, thank you for reviewing, as always.

Okay, now that I've had dinner and gotten a new review in the story that seriously pisses me off, I'm feeling a little bit better and less like I want to strangle myself or rip out every page in my Spanish book by hand.

The next one-shot will be Out of Goodbyes by Maroon 5, which I'm kind of proud of. It starts off a little tense, but then there's an ending which could probably be cuter than Mackenzie Ziegler if I try hard.

I need to go study for the plethora of tests I have now and listen to the one thing on my to-do list: don't jump. -Kayson