Ariana sat on her bed, holding the letter in her hands. Sonny had given it to her today. He hid it in a parcel for her. Ariana had been very surprised to find it. Since it fell to her laps she had hid it under her pillow. She couldn't risk her parents finding it. Her parents, especially Nick controlled her since her escape. He had locked the windows in her room and came checking up on her almost every hour. It had been three days since Will had been arrested.

Her eyes still heard when she was thinking about that morning. She had cried as the police officers had arrested Will. She had cried as she was brought to the station. She had cried during her interrogation. By the time her parents collected her at the station her tears had dried. Angry at her parents, because they had called the police in the first place she had given them both the cold shoulder.

Since that morning Ariana thought about her next move. What should she do? Should she tell her parents that she knew everything or should she keep it to yourself. She fell down onto her bed, that movement made her accidentally cringe the letter. She hadn't even read it yet. She felt that she couldn't. It was from Will and she knew that alone that move could bring Will in even more trouble. She wasn't allowed to have contact to him as the woman at the station said to her. They put it this way though Ariana knew that they were trying to keep Will away from her. They all thought Will was guilty of the crimes they accused him of.

Carefully she slid with her fingers over the paper suddenly plucking up her courage and opening it. A little sheet fell out. She saw Will's handwriting, the small letters, the small gaps between lines. He hadn't wrote a lot. Some lines, hard to read due to the smallness.

Dear Ariana,

Thank you for standing on our door that day. You made me the happiest I have been in 18 years. And I mean that. When I rejected you it felt that part of me had died. And it felt like this for years now. I couldn't live with that decision. So thank you.

It wasn't your fault. Nothing of that what happens to me is your fault. Nothing. If you are truly like me and Sonny swears you are, you are trying to blame yourself. If this is what you feel you have to stop it! Everything that has happened to me were coincidences.

I am glad to got to see you after all this time,

if I get out of here, I would love to see you again.

Yours, Will

Ariana had read this letter so many times that the writing had burned itself into her mind. She knew all the word by heart. She imagined Will sitting on his plank bed reading, writing and sleeping. She imagined him walking up and down waiting for someone to visit him. And imagining that Ariana felt a lump in her throat.

She curled herself into her blanket, got her iPod from her nightstand and turned the music up. It was her way to blend out the rest of the world. She had learned that music help doing that when her parents first fought. Lately they fought even more, she heard the muffled voices fading through the house at night. And she knew what they fought about. About her being at Will's. But she didn't feel sorry. She really didn't.

Suddenly she felt a touch on her shoulder. She pulled out the ear plugs turning around. Bowed over her was her mother looking concerned.

"Mom? What is it?"

Ariana worried herself. What did her mother want, especially having this face expression.

"Please come downstairs, there is somebody who wants to talk to you."

Ariana was surprised but didn't ask anymore questions. As her mother left her room, she threw a look into the mirror checking her hair out. With a smile she walked downstairs and into the living room.

When Ariana stepped into the bright lighted room she saw a woman sitting around the table. She was maybe 50 years old, had brown hair with some grey parts. Her eyes were looking at the documents lying in front of her. As soon as her parents and her heard Ariana' steps, the woman stood up.

"Hello. My name is Clara Miller."

Ariana didn't say anything. What did this woman want from her? Who was that woman?

"I'm with the Salem P.D. I am a psychologist and here to help you."

Ariana crossed her arms in front of her chest. Talking about what, she asked herself. Will hadn't done anything. She didn't want to talk to some kind of shrink.

"Mhm."

Ariana was trying to get this woman to stop smiling and being friendly to her. She didn't care about her at all.

"Let's sit down, shall we?"

She looked at her parents but they didn't look back. As soon as she sat down at the table, her mother came, kissed her shoulder and disappeared with her dad in the kitchen, giving Ariana and Mrs Miller privacy.

"So. What you want to talk about?" The woman was still smiling at her.

"Nothing." Her voice was cold and uninterested.

"Describe Will Horton to me, please."

"Why? Are you interested how he looks? Cause I have to disappoint you then – he is gay."

"Please, Ariana. Stop the irony. This is serious."

Ariana jumped from her chair. Her chair fell down, causing a loud sound.

"Serious? It's all a big joke to me – when you arrest my teacher when he has done absolutely nothing wrong!"

"So he is your teacher."

Ariana bit herself on her lip. What if she made Will's situation worse by saying this? She decided to sit down again, and swore herself she would stay calm. For Will's sake.

"Do you like him?"

Could she answer this question without making things worse? Could this question hurt Will in any way? She nodded.

After two hours that went on like this – Ariana answering to questions just with a nod or by shaking her head – Mrs Miller said goodbye.

"You are a strong girl, you will get through this."

"Get through what exactly."

Mrs Miller smiled at her. This smile made Ariana furious. It was a stupid smile, a smile saying that Mrs Miller understood. But she didn't. So her smile was fake.

"You will work out reality and delusion. Goodbye."

Ariana said nothing as Mrs Miller stepped out of the door and into the cold evening. Then Ariana closed the door, hitting her hand against it.

"Damn it!" She cursed and ran upstairs. Praying she didn't make anything worse she put the ear plugs back in and turned the volume up.