You Saved Me – You Know What They Say About Hope
"Em, it's the only choice I have, you guys have all done so much, and I can't risk letting –A get any closer to you…not if I have a say in it."
Emily looked down and fought the tearing welling in her eyes, "And me, Ali? What about my say? You can't just make these decisions and not expect me to be upset! I'm not letting you leave me, you know that."
Ali shook her head and dared not to meet the girl in front of her, she dare not look into the brown orbs that had captured her heart over and over, but she did. She looked up and it broke her heart when she saw that Emily, her Emily, her mermaid was trying so hard to fight back the tears in her eyes.
Emily always wore her heart on her sleeve so it pained Ali when she saw that she was trying so hard to hold her emotions back.
"Em," Ali had started but then stopped.
She thought back to just a few weeks ago when she had made things right with Emily, or so she thought. She had just gotten Emily back and now she was making plans of leaving. –A wasn't gone, Shana was dead, but she wasn't –A, the texts started again and this bitch was crazier and more psychopathic than before.
"I can't lose you. Not again." Emily finally lifted her head and met Alison's eyes.
Ali's jaw clenched and she tried to ignore that fact that her heart was cramping in her chest and if the beating in her ears wasn't so loud, she could've sworn that she heard it cracking.
Alison closed what little distance they had between them and picked Emily's chin up in her hand, and in a bare whisper, she breathed, "you won't."
Emily couldn't anything about the tears spilling onto her cheeks now, she was overwhelmed with emotion and she couldn't stop. "Then let me come with you. I know you're hiding something Ali, I can see it in your eyes."
Ali couldn't deny that, they had a stronger connection than anyone else ever would with someone and they could always tell, just from looking into each others' eyes, what the truth was. It was hard for Ali to let go of her hard exterior, to drop the act and let the façade fade, but she had, and now Em had the key into her mind through her eyes.
"It's only to protect, the less you know, the better it is."
Em was offended now, she knew Ali always won, but this was something she would fight for to win herself, "but that's not how any of this works! You told me you wanted me…you said you wanted this," Em gestured between them, "and you're doing it all wrong, we said no more lies."
Alison had no problem letting her emotions surface either, "You think this shit is easy, Emily?! I'm doing it protect you, -A almost took you from me once, and I'm not going to let them ever have that chance again. I'm sorry for doing things wrong, but there's no handbook on how this is 'supposed' to work. No one has written a book on how to deal with a psychotic bitch that blackmails and hunts people down, especially when they're the people I love! I know this is 'wrong,' to not tell you everything, but right now, doing this alone, is the only thing that feels right."
"Alone." It wasn't a question in Emily's voice, just a restatement.
"Em," Ali had started up again but stopped for fear of saying anything that might upset the brunette further.
"Ali, I just…why can't I come with you? How do you expect me to keep doing what I'm doing here, when I won't know where you are or if you're safe?"
Ali swallowed hard, realizing how much worry she would be putting Emily through for however long she would stay away.
"I'll check in with you periodically Em, I'm not going to fall of the face of the Earth."
"Define periodically! Once a week, once a month, what?"
"I don't know yet, Em, I don't."
Em nodded and dropped her head along with her voice, "and-and what if that's not good enough?"
Ali didn't want to think of Emily giving her an ultimatum, but the truth was that Ali was going to do this whether she liked it or not.
"Then, then- you can move on, Em," Ali's voice was strained and she sounded tired, defeated.
Emily couldn't believe her ears, after everything, everything they had gone through and made progress towards, "so, that's it! You're just going to quit?"
"Emily, I don't know what more I can say."
"You don't have to say anything Ali, just listen!"
"To what?! To what Em, you think I want to do this? No, I have to. I care about you too much to let anything ever happen again."
"You still don't get it."
"Than just tell me."
"I shouldn't have to Ali! I love you and I don't care if –A wants to kill me, I'm not letting you go alone. You care about me so much but I love you, so what happens if –A kills you? Did you ever think how you'd be protecting me if you're dead…really dead this time? How am I supposed to move on from that if you leave and never come back? We can't come this far only to take this many steps back."
That sudden realization hit Ali like a truck hitting a bug on the highway. It crushed everything that was holding her together and she couldn't take it anymore.
Do it Ali, say it. It's just part of the plan, so say it. Em is waiting, -A is watching, so do it. Ali thought repeatedly in her head and Emily stood there, waiting.
C'mon Ali, say it, I need to hear it, -A needs to hear it. One final blow.
Ali swallowed and finally locked eyes with Emily.
"Then it was a mistake to ever love me."
Emily swallowed, she thought she could handle the blunt brutality of the words, but real emotion surfaced and she broke down, in front of Ali. She stood tall still, never letting go of Ali's eyes and braced herself for more.
"Then it was I mistake that I ever loved you," Ali continued and let her vision be obscured with tears of her own.
"You don't mean that, Ali, you're just scared."
Ali shook her head and bit her lip to suppress a sob, and when she finally released it, "No Em, you were wrong, for trusting me. I used you to protect me, I knew –A was still here and I needed to make sure someone would watch my back, and you did. But now I have to handle things alone, without you. I mistook my love for you because I was scared, and not that I know I can take this bitch alone, I'm not scared…and…"
Get ready Em, this is it.
Just say it, and get it over with Ali.
"…and…now that means there's no use in pretending…" but Ali couldn't finish, she had to, but she couldn't, not if she didn't mean it.
"No use in pretending what Ali?" Emily was so broken, Ali could barely breathe.
Emily had always been the strongest, this was her idea, Ali thought, I have to honor her wishes.
"Answer me!" the sudden outburst scared Ali and forced her to blurt out the final blow.
"Then there's no reason for me to pretend to love you anymore." Ali said all in one breath, she had to believe it herself if the plan would work.
"So you go from caring so much to just pretending, that's it?"
Emily was in full-on tears now and the raw emotion was adding to the empty pit growing in Ali's stomach.
"Yes, just like that. You should have let me leave when I still gave you the chance, save yourself the heart break."
"So if you're not going to find –A to end things, then what? Then what's your plan."
"You know I have to get what I want Em, I always win, and right now, my best chances of winning this 'fucked up game' as you once called, is to have a better team."
"Better team so you can win." Emily stated, "better than you're actual friends and family."
"Yes."
"And what team is that? Enlighten me."
Ali swallowed one last time and took a deep breath, "The –A Team."
The broken expression of hurt and betrayal on Emily's face was the last thing she seen before she fled Rosewood.
x-x-x-x
Ali woke up gasping for air, the memories she was having now invading and haunting her in her dreams. It seemed like her own subconscious wouldn't even let her have any peace. Not only did she feel alone, but she felt her own mind was trying to drown her. Suffocating and drowning her in the past.
Not only that, but the pain coming from every piece of her, physically, mentally, emotionally, hurt her so deep, it was an overall numbing feeling. Ali sighed, opening her eyes and her body to nothing but pain. Like she couldn't pinpoint what hurt more. The pain was just all consuming, swallowing her and any hope that things would get any better.
She had no clue what time it was, but judging at how dark everything still was, she had time to sneak back to her room before any of the doctors or nurses found her. She had fallen asleep in Emily's room, holding her hand and now as she woke, she squeezed Em's hand tighter and watched her face.
Ali focused on the steady rise and fall of Emily's chest and sat back in her chair, thinking to herself, thinking to Emily, your heart will never change, but please come back to me.
Ali lifted Emily's unresponsive hand to her lips and kissed the top, setting it back down across her stomach, her bracelet still clasped around her wrist.
With more effort than it should have taken, Ali managed to get to the door on her own, the numbness of pain helping her ignore the one shooting through her arm. Before she wheeled herself out completely, she turned and faced Emily, lying there, perfect, much like she would imagine Sleeping Beauty or Snow White, only this time it was her mermaid.
x-x-x-x
"I see you got the note I left?" Dr. Pearson walked in as Ali was struggling to lift herself from the wheelchair and onto the bed.
"Uh, yeah I did, thank you."
"Here let me help," he said as he effortlessly lifted Ali the rest of the way onto the hospital bed.
"Thanks."
"Just doing my job."
"And last night?"
"Just being human."
Ali looked up and had the courage to meet her doctor's eyes. She had no clue when she could see the ones that belonged to the only person she's ever loved, but Ali took comfort nonetheless in appreciating his.
"Well, thank God you are human." Ali laughed nervously.
Dr. Pearson returned the laugh and then sat at the foot of the bed. "Ali, I'm glad I caught you at this time, I know it's early but I had some news and I'm not sure when I should tell you, so I thought immediately would be best."
Ali shifted in her seat and swallowed hard. 'News' he had said, and her mind shot off in a million different directions.
"News? You know in the movies, there's always the good news and the bad news, is that the case here?" Ali was blunt with her words. After so much grief and loss, she felt nothing could get worse unless of course-
"Emily? This isn't about her, right?"
Dr. Pearson's eyes shot up, "No dear, no. She's stable for now, I have other news. Whether it's good or bad, well I'd say both, but ultimately that's for you to decide."
Ali sighed a breath of relief. Emily was okay, that meant she would be too.
"Okay Doc, let me have it."
"I admire your bravery Alison, especially after everything."
Ali had no clue why he couldn't say what he needed to, wasn't he used to giving bad news by now? To patients and their parents.
"Thanks, but I can't wait any longer here, either you tell me or let me rest please."
"Yes, of course, well then. As I told you yesterday, about the accident with the airline-"
Ali swallowed and it felt like someone was twisting a knife in her chest.
"-well police from Rosewood had found that everyone, your family and friends, had boarded that flight to come and see you, and that's what I had told you, believing it was true-"
Alison didn't want to make any assumptions, but her heart starting beating more forcefully in her veins, it was hard to breath.
"Well, that was not entirely true."
Alison held on tightly to what she had heard, what she had accepted yesterday, but the hope that, no, that they could be, her friends were not…
"Well, what makes what I said untrue Alison, is that your parents weren't actually on that flight."
Ali sat up, her body still, waiting for more, hoping there was more, but her doctor stopped talking, presumably to let her process.
"And that's…"
"Well that's not it. They didn't board that flight, and the officers overseeing your case here found out why from the Rosewood PD."
"You're either a shitty doctor for making me wait, or whatever you need to say is worse than anything I heard yesterday, Cut the crap please, you're killing me."
"I'm sorry, Alison, and you're right, I just don't know how to tell you that, you're parents weren't on that flight to see you because they never planned on coming."
Period.
"Oh."
"And there's more."
Ali nodded, her throat too die to speak.
"We called your parents as well but they didn't answer. We called several times and when we finally did reach them, I'm afraid that they said, they said-"
"That they want nothing more to do with me." It wasn't a question, Ali was just finishing what she heard before.
Dr. Pearson nodded and he felt the urge to rest his hand on Ali's ankle, something to comfort her, but he quickly withdrew, sensing that this girl just needed some time alone, but not more than she needed the sleeping brunette that was down the hall and two turns away.
"Is that it?" Ali sounded hurt, but not as much as the doctor would expect.
He remained silent and Ali looked up, "listen, I've been through a lot of shit, I'm no saint and my parents know that, something happened that made them extremely upset with me, and maybe they'll never forgive me, but as of a few months ago, my dad disowned me. After-after my mom died, which I'm sure no one ever disclosed with you, well, things were different and I guess, what happened before was the final straw. I'm not a child anymore, legally considered an adult, so please stop looking at me like that, you're not my father."
Dr. Pearson nodded, "I may not be your father, but I am your doctor and I care for my patients as if they were my own, and I can't understand what parent would- would not come to their child if they were in need. Alison, I care what happens to you, and Miss Emily Fields, and if not me, then my staff are here to help."
"I appreciate that, but I'm sure that is out of your job description, so it won't be necessary." Ali put up her walls again, no one was around to care about whether or not she was her true self, so she figured she could be as cold as she wanted until the only person to melt her heart woke up.
"Understood, I won't pressure you, but there is a question about you staying in our facilities, we would normally have this conversation with the families, but…well, as you know, hospitals do their best to help all who walk through its doors, but…well…"
Ali understood, "you need me to pay correct? I know these services aren't free, it's the fucked up society we live in to charge someone to live and be saved, they don't do it in other countries but we sure do here."
"Nothing seems to get past you, now does it?"
Ali had no answer because something had indeed gotten past her, the fact that Emily was going to come to her rescue and now she was here.
"Listen, I have the money okay? I've been saving up and my grandma died but left practically everything she had to me…another reason my dad hates me…so I'll pay for however long I need to be here."
Dr. Pearson nodded, and then stood. "Also, I don't know about Miss Fields, but we have no records of any other family members, do you know someone we can contact in order to-"
"I know how this shit works, and you will not be discharging her, not until she wakes up, understood? I will be paying for both our stays and treatments."
He nodded and didn't challenge the fierceness in her eyes, but he had to be truthful, "We can release in a few days, and your insurance covers mostly everything, but you have to understand that Emily's…condition wil-"
"Will be extremely expensive? Yes, I know. And I'm telling you that I will spend every dime and nickel and goddamn penny on that girl until I have nothing but the inside of my pockets, and even then I will find a way."
The doctor nodded, secretly curious to find out about the happenings of his patient and her silent friend.
"I'll go then."
Ali nodded and settled into her bed once more
"Do you need any pain meds? I can have Amanda, or any one of the other nurses give you some?"
"No thanks," Ali said. 'Not for this one,' she added to herself.
x-x-x-x
Alison fell asleep for a few hours, waking up when she heard someone entering the room, in was a small older nurse, wheeling in a cart of hospital food from the kitchen.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," the lady in purple scrubs apologized.
"No worries, I was getting up anyways," Ali lied.
The nurse set food down and explained what was there and quickly left the room, but not before apologizing again.
Ali sighed once lifting the cover of the tray, it was jell-o, oatmeal and some soggy looking apple slices.
She closed the tray and pushed the cart away from her slightly. Alison reached for the remote and opted for looking for a distraction through the TV.
She flicked through the channels, stopping when she didn't find anything of particular interest on. There was a brief commercial for a dinner somewhere nearby, and Ali groaned for some real food. She couldn't even remember the last time she had actually eaten.
Just as Ali decided to settle for some oatmeal, the TV cut to the local news station:
Reporter 1 : And back to the story of the week it seems, teenagers Alison DiLaurentis and Emily Fields were finally found about 3 days ago. After missing for what their friends had said as weeks, a couple driving on highway 5 almost hit Alison with their car on that highway around sundown Friday night. Officers have yet to release more detailed information on their disappearance and escape from their captor and more surprisingly whether they have caught them.
Reporter 2: Yes, such a crazy story that actually started on the other side of the country, right?
Reporter 1: That is correct; these teens are originally from a small town in Pennsylvania called Rosewood. And according to the Rosewood PD, these girls have been haunted by a mysterious and extremely dangerous character. Now Rosewood didn't release much more, but apparently, they never took the girls seriously after the whole deal with the Queen of the pack, Miss DiLaurentis herself.
Reporter 2: Yeah, and I'm sure that would take just a-whole-nother show to explain the tragedy of that story as well.
Reporter 1: You're probably right, but so much heartbreak and drama and all from such a small town.
Reporter 2: Well, not so small now that it has reached national news.
Alison was becoming increasingly worried at this point, national news? When the hell did that happen? She couldn't look any more at the pictures they flashed of her and Emily nor could she look at the videos taken from the night they were sped off to the hospital. Panic bubbled in her chest as she realized that she didn't know whether or not the police or even the man who had gone and found Emily had also found –A. The panic started to make her palms sweat and she hope to god that –A didn't know where they were. Please, she prayed, don't say where we are.
Reporter 1: You got me there, but this is such a compelling as well as frightening story, it should be in everyone's homes, and I don't mean to scare, but these things are real and they happen, watching cartoons can't shield the public forever.
The second reporter looked at his colleague as the dark realization hit and he nodded.
Reporter 2: And that's not all, in more recent news on this case, the police have also released and discovered that a plane holding their families the night of their escape had crashed. The airline released that the flight from PA to CA had a late take off and was barely in the air when the storm hit, causing the plane to go down. It was initially said that no survivors were found but this just in today, of the 256 members on board, 7 of those bodies were not found. Officials are unable to identifying let alone release whose bodies were not found, but this story keeps taking drastic after drastic hits, I can cannot even begin to fathom what heartache these two must be feeling at this point.
Reporter 1: one can only imagine.
Alison's head was reeling, why didn't Dr. Pearson tell her this! 7 unfound bodies, that meant there was a chance that her friends and Emily's family were-
No Alison, do not get your hopes up, you will not…CAN not.
Alison sighed and felt the tightness in her chest return. The news shot to a live video of somewhere near Oregon, she couldn't read the fuzzy letters but she instantly recognized the names of the couple on screen belonging to the people that had saved hers, and Emily's, lives.
Field Reporter: Hey guys, I'm here with Robert and Angela, who have requested not to have their faces shown or their full names revealed do to the nature of this case. Now tell us, how did you find Alison? And her friend, Emily Fields?
The voices were also altered, but Ali could remember the sound booming of the man's actual voice and the real concern in the woman's.
Robert: Well just like ya' man at the station said, we was just taking a drive back from our trip when outta nowheres we see this young woman run out to the middle of our lane and drops to the ground. Now I easily could've ran her over but being the careful driver I am, I was able to stop in time. But stopping in time didn't seem to do much help at first, that poor girl was so beat up and tattered, why, we were scared for her life. We had no idea who she was, but we knew we had to help.
Field Reporter: I see, and such courage of you Robert, do go and take your shotgun into the woods and bring back Emily Fields, tell us about that.
Robert: Well, it was simple really, Alison had managed to let us know someone was still out there, and she needed help. Someone to help her would have to know the woods like I do. Now, we called the police, not the rangers so I knew no one would find that girl, not in a time that would manner, so I did what my instincts and skills told me too: I back tracked Alison's trail and found that poor girl and she so bad, I didn't know if she would make it, she was unconscious and bleeding out bad, two gunshot wounds to the abdomen. It wasn't looking good. But I packed her wounds with dirt like we did in the Marines and I carried her to safety.
Field Reporter: Such bravery and from a retired veteran. I'm sure we would all like to thank you for your services then and now.
Robert: Thank you, I'm just glad we were able to help and get those girls to safety. I could tell even if Alison had only said but 3-4 words that she cared deeply for uh, Miss Emily, no denying that.
Field Reporter: Well, for the viewers at home, would you mind explaining?
Angela: Why yes, I have no idea their exact relationship, and I may be overstepping my boundaries, I apology to the brave soul, Alison you beautiful young woman you, you keep fighting dear, we'll get 'em.
Ali held back a tear for this amazing couple that went well out of their way to save them.
Angela: But like I was saying, that girl loved little Miss Emily more than I have ever seen someone love someone else. It was so, so, well now, I can't even find the words, and Lord knows I love my words! I just, it was amazing, after Bob left, I stayed with Alison, watching her and I knew she had to be in so much pain, so much pain, but she only said something like, hmm let me recall, 'save her' and 'Emily.' I kept asking her other things but it was like she was only focused on one thing…one person, that Emily Fields right there, who I assume had taken those bullets. And I might be right because I know as Ali seen Bob carrying Emily towards us, why that poor girl knocked out. She literally forced herslf to stay awake to make sure that her friend was safe. She ran through hell and ignored the pain just so she could have peace in her friend's safety. I don't know what anyone else thinks, but that is something strong there, and my heart goes out to them, so much.
Field Reporter: Wow, so touching, thank you both for sharing these stories and again we would like to thank you for your support.
Angela: Oh my gosh, speaking of support, I know our time is up, because Mr. Camera Man here is waving us off, but I am a teacher…at a school and some of my friends and I started a donation website to help these poor girls with the medical expenses, I'm sure they'd appreciate it, and I just want to see them well and walking so we can hand them a big check, the number is 1-800-555-ALID and you can go online to you can't forget that , so please help them out people.
Field Reporter: Alright, you heard that folks, call or visit the website, thank you again Robert and Angela…back to you guys at the station.
Alison was in tears now, everything was so overwhelming, she just wanted someone to hold her and tell her that it was all going to be okay. But it didn't feel like anything was going to and it hurt so bad. Ali was ready to turn the TV off when she heard one the reporters and it caught her attention
Reporter 2: …but he brushed away the cameras, repeatedly stated 'no comment' and would not come to the door at all.
Reporter 1: So sad that the own victim's Father is unwillingly to help.
Ali's chest tightened more and she willed herself not to cry, her father didn't care, so why should she?
Reporter 2: On the brighter side, it seems like the boyfriends of the two victims' friends were very open on speaking to us and vowed to visit Alison and Emily once released from questioning by the Rosewood Police Department and Federal Bureau of Investigation. Caleb Rivers, boyfriend of friend Hanna Marin said this last night:
Ali watched as the quotes from the reporter's questions to Caleb through the phone appeared on eth screen:
"We [Caleb Rivers, Toby Cavanaugh and Ezra Fitz] care deeply for Emily and we will do anything to help her get better. We know Ali is hurting too and we want to make sure the girls stay safe."
Alison cried harder, the constant stream coming down full force now, she was upset with herself that she hadn't even thought about her three friend's families, let alone their boyfriends, who must all be grieving right now.
Ali couldn't lift her eyes to watch anymore so she listened. Who she heard next was surprising, it was Veronica Hastings:
"We all know, us families and these boys, that this mysterious –A character has been tormenting our girls, and although they only let us know fairly recently, we couldn't have- we could never fathom that things would lead to this. But we have always acted as one big family, but now it is our job to put aside past differences and get the justice that these girls…that our daughters deserve."
Reporter 1: Such strong words from such broken families…well that's all the time we have for this story, but we'll be back this evening. Tune in at 6 for your evening news.
The news cut to a commercial of a "new" cars and Ali nearly exploded, she chucked the remote at the wall, not finding enough satisfaction in the way it crashed loudly and broke into pieces, so she sat up as far as should could and flung the tray of food over, kicking over the entire cart shortly after. She shouted and screamed and pounded her fists into the mattress beside her legs, stirring up her own storm.
"Woah, Alison, Alison calm down." Dr. Pearson came rushing in with the same officers from the other day following close behind, only to stop at the doorway, accessing that damage.
Ali was still thrashing her body, her chest periodically convulsing as powerful sobs ripped through her.
Dr. Pearson appeared at her side and thwarted away the nurse who was ready to give her medication to calm down. She turned around and made quick work to clean up the mess.
"Alison, I don't want to have to give you more medication, but I do need you to calm down, please calm down." He dared step closer and reach for her shoulder, but she quickly slapped it away, "Why didn't you tell me? Why?!"
"Why what?" The man with soft brown eyes became confused.
"That they didn't find all the bodies! I know you knew, you were going to tell me this morning but you stopped, I deserved to know and you didn't tell me!"
The doctor regained his composure and watched as Alison calmed down. He leaned to the side and seen that she had ripped her stitches…again, and he sighed heavily.
"I didn't know if you were ready to hear that, after I just told you about your father, I wasn't sure…"
"That I could handle it? Well, that's not your call to make."
Dr. Pearson had never had such a stubborn patient so he raised his voice quite a few decibels, "and why are you angry? You should be somewhat okay with that, why aren't you okay?"
Alison couldn't explain everything. "Because I excepted that they were gone, I accepted that, and now…"
"And now? And now there is hope for them, for you that maybe they didn't board that plane either. The officials there are recounting for many tickets were collected and who exactly was on board, you shouls be hopeful that your friends are out there somewhere, hopefully safe and coming home soon, like you and Emily will."
"But you don't know that for sure." Alison cut in, her voice dry.
"And you don't know that they're really gone, but why can't you just hope they aren't?"
Alison looked down at her hands, still shaking from her outburst and sighed heavily.
"You know, Spencer used to say something about hope," Ali addressed, even though the doctor had no idea who Spencer was.
Ali smiled and let a single tear slip, "She said, and I quote: Well you know what they say about hope."
Dr. Pearson couldn't decide whether or not that was a question or a statement so he simply shook his head.
Ali looked at him in the eye before continuing and he could sense the pain behind her blue orbs, "it breeds eternal misery."
Ali's gaze dropped and she leaned against the bed, clearly tired and feeling drained. She looked blankly out the window of the view of pavement and the tops of trees and remained silent.
Dr. Pearson had no clue what to do next so he stood the tray up and rolled it to the side walking out of the room, but not before turning to the girl and saying, "let me leave you with a new quote on hope: Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness."
Ali lay unresponsive, still staring blanking out the window.
"I'm not sure about you Alison, but I know that deep down you believe in hope. I know you hope Emily will wake up, and I hope that too."
Ali was too exhausted to yell anymore, she didn't want to argue further. I didn't need to hope that Em would wake up, she knew that she would. She would have to, Ali had no other reason to stay if Emily wouldn't and that was final.
"Just…" Ali began, "can you send someone in to come stitch me up…again?"
Dr. Pearson looked disappointed, but nodded, "sure thing." And he left without another word.
Alison waited until the door shut softly behind her doctor before she truly left it all go. Crying silently and painfully into her own hands….deep down….deep down, no matter how hard she battled as it fought to come up to the surface, Ali knew deep down that she was hoping for her friends to be alive.
AN: I honestly cannot stop wanting to write this, I'm half done with some other chapters for ISIKYW and #OITNE but I just cannot finish. It's thrilling to approach my story from this angle and I've been loving all your feedback, it excites me and fuels me to keep going. But in all honesty I want to hear from you and know what you are hoping will happen next. I know many of you have questions…ask them and I'll try to answer them within the chapters…also I don't know if you've noticed but I haven't named the next chapter for you at the end of every one, idk but I don't want them to give anything away? What do you think?...about anything, not just that lol
Acknowledgements to Reviewers:
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Lina