Hanna glared at the window in front of her, and saw that it was gaping and that there was glass on the carpeted floor.
She was so intent on her position that when her phone rang she was jolted from the netherworld to the real world in less than a moment.
She picked it up, and saw that the message was from an unknown, peculiarly blocked sender, and that the message was nearly unreadable due to its font.
It read: "Looks like Mama Bear knows more than you know."
Indeed, she knew, the ambiguity of the message was clear - but she couldn't take anything for certain anymore, not after what had happened to her mother.
Jenna watched as Toby unbuttoned his shirt in front of the mirror. "What happened, Toby?" She asked. It was better than comforting him after all.
"Nothing," Toby grunted. He reached down to unbutton his pants. Jenna snarled in disgust as she saw a scratch near the crevice of his butt. "What?" He asked.
She unequivocally laughed, knowing right then the mistake behind her actions, understanding more than ever how outsiders felt. "I'm sorry," Jenna stammered.
"Save it," Toby sighed, doubled over in clear, precise, yet indecisive tears. "Just save it." He scuttled over to Jenna and that's all she could remember.
Hanna sighed and wiped the salty tears from the canvas of her cheeks. It was hard for her to accept what her mother had done, but it was even harder to accept what "A" had uncovered - and not to mention what could happen as a result - so she decided to set her mother's alcoholism on the back burner for now.
As she reached in her pocket and retrieved her cell phone with the intention of pulling up her mother's contact and calling her, she knew she'd have to do so before long if only to pinpoint her location, but she didn't want to accept what the situation had become or how dangerous the consequences had become, so she decided to wait a little longer - hoping, praying that her mother would burst through that door, throwing her keys on the floor, slurring her words tirelessly.
Her phone rung and she picked it up. It was a text message - from the same unknown sender as before - and it read: "Remember: Mom's Lie. Don't trust her."
Toby knocked on Ali's door. He felt a little apprehensive but he decided to strengthen up if only for those he loved. After a moment Alison opened the door, blonde hair more curled than before, face a little rugged. "Were you drunk?" Toby asked, instinct overpowering him. Ali shook her head, pressing her fingers against her temples, to which he grabbed her by the wrist and gritted his teeth in repressed anger. "Tell me the fucking truth. Were you drunk?"
"No." Alison denied the unspoken accusation but her groggy tone only served to contradict her position. "No, I was not drunk."
Toby sighed, then released his grip, and cried. "Aw, Toby, what's wrong?" Her groggy tone was a bit understated but it was still ever present.
"Shut up," Toby retorted, backing away a bit. "I know what you did."
Ali stepped back, her mouth forming a sly, complicated grin, which could be objectified in nature, serving to defend either her prosecution or defense.
Then she laughed, as if nothing had happened, and the vein popped in her forehead, as if she just became a little crazier. "What happened to you?" Toby asked, and the shade of grey that was present turned to a shade of emerald in less than a second. "Please, Alison. Let me help you," he begged.
"I'm not Alison," a dark voice came out of the body of his best friend, sending chills down Toby's ingrained spine.