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At first, I was at a total blank.
It was only by reading the message at the bottom of the picture that my emotions became active as the words began to sink in.
We both know Mona is dead so quit being funny with the Ghost theme
Kisses –A
Instantly, the room became ice cold; so cold that the glass of water on the small table froze to the point where the ice shattered. Both Hanna and Caleb fled from the room, watching from the doorway as I just stood there, and continued to stare at the phone that lay face up on the bed. I could feel their concern for me but I was too distracted by what I was seeing to be grateful to them.
To say that seeing my dead body was emotionally breaking was an understatement. What I was seeing was beyond brutal and twisted; far outscoring anything I had done in my tenure as A. Granted, Alison and her deranged sister had far outdone me already but this was another thing that I would have never done. Sure, I used Ian's phone to mess with the girls a little, but that was before I knew for sure that he was dead.
"Are you okay Mona?" Hanna asked and I became instantly enraged; causing everything around us to shake.
"Do I look okay?" I snarled at her, turning around with an enraged look on my face. I knew then that I needed to leave since I might do something that I might later regret.
That was when it happened; I teleported out of the room. One minute I was staring at Caleb and Hanna; the next I was outside the house and looking all around me. My anger subsided and was replaced by confusion, prompting me to wonder if I had unlocked some new ability. I just stood on the street, watching as other people passed by me completely oblivious to my presence. I looked up at Hanna's window, wondering whether to go back into the house or take a walk.
I decided on the walk.
Seeing my body like that was revolting; that killing me wasn't enough, Alison had to taunt me as well. It was disturbing that she couldn't just have left my body to be buried and instead opted to torture the people around me for her sick game. My future might still be uncertain, but I knew that Alison and her sister were destined for Hell. That at least gave me some comfort and I hoped that the bitch would burn.
As I walked down the street, not really caring if anything phased through me, I felt a little rattled. While now was not the time for a time out so to speak, I knew that I really had to do it. I needed to clear my head and just walk until I was ready to return. A part of me knew that Hanna and Caleb were probably worried about me, but I didn't really care at the moment. I just needed to be alone and away from all the A crap for a while.
I continued to walk and an hour passed by. I found myself near the center of town and there was a bustle of activity as usual; though more would come when school let out. I found it slightly funny on how much everything looked normal despite the active serial killers in town. Given the amount of deaths this town had so far, one would think there would be some appearance of dread on everyone's faces. However, it seemed that everyone just went about their lives as if there was nothing to worry about.
That made me angry to be honest; I was dead and everyone still had a future. The girls still had the potential to go to college and get married. Alison and her sister had the potential to get away with everything; and I was still dead. My future was gone and it just wasn't fair. I couldn't even have the decency of a proper burial and passing. My rage started to consume me and once again, the environment around me was affected.
The ground began to get slick from freezing, glasses of liquid froze, and people's breath could be seen as they suddenly shivered from being around me. I couldn't care less though and continued on, wishing for everyone to share in my misery. If I couldn't be happy, why should anyone else? I knew in the back of my head that I was being unfair but it didn't matter right now; I was being led by my anger and nothing else mattered.
If Alison was here right now; I was pretty sure that I would try and kill her right now if I could.
"Being kind of childish, aren't you?" asked a voice from my right and I looked to see the Reaper sitting at one of the coffee tables with a cup in his hand.
"What do you want?" I asked testily and wasn't in the mood for anyone's crap right now; least of all his.
"Wow; usually I only get attitude like that from Fallen or Demons; and maybe the occasional Angel. Never from a soul that still needed to be decided on where to go," he said and genuinely seemed surprised by my demeanor.
"I don't have time for this," I said dryly and I turned to leave when he spoke up again.
"Sit down; we need to talk," he said and the firmness of his tone made no room for argument. I sat down at the free chair across from him.
"I get that you are little angry; I really do. That picture was a tad over the top," he stated, his manner softening a bit.
"You know about that?" I asked, slightly confused. There had only been the three of us in the room when that picture had been sent.
"You know about that?" I asked, slightly confused. There had only been the three of us in the room when that picture had been sent.
"You don't think I haven't been monitoring you? You are still a problem that needs resolving," the Reaper told me as he sipped whatever drink was in the cup.
"Well I am trying to fix that; it hasn't been easy for me," I said and he nodded as if he understood what I was feeling.
"I understand that, but this can't go on forever; you need to face your fears and do what needs to be done," he stated and I wasn't sure what he meant.
"Oh you do," the Reaper simply said as if he knew what I was thinking. He then vanished, leaving me alone at the table with an empty coffee cup.
"Jerk," I said though I was confused and wished he had elaborated more. If I was on a timetable, I wished he had told me earlier. That is when they caught my eye; the last two people in the world that I wanted to see right now.
My mother and Mike were sitting at a table across the street from where I was. They seemed to be having dinner which I didn't realize that it was so late. There wasn't a clock around, but given the height of the sun in the sky, it was late in the afternoon. I sat there watching them, not sure on what to do. Eventually, I built up the courage to go over and see what was going on with them; though I was almost overwhelmed with dread.
"So what do you think?" my mother asked Mike as he sat across from her. By the look of his clothes, he must have met my mother straight after lacrosse practice. She was dressed in a black dress that she had worn for my funeral; making me assume that she was still mourning my death.
"I think it's a great idea; how can I help?" he asked and I was curious to what they were talking about.
"Well, I was thinking that you could help me put the pictures of Mona in each book and transport them to the school library; I already received permission from the school and town," she informed him and I started to get an idea what they were talking about.
"No problem; when do you need me to come over?" Mike inquired and I found his demeanor calming as well as my mother's.
"I'll be gone for the rest of the week but how about Sunday?" she asked and he nodded in his answer.
"Thank you; I know you miss her," my mother stated and I could see a sad look appear on Mike's face.
"There will never be anyone like her again; ever," Mike stated and I could hear his voice crack up. I shouldn't be seeing this but I couldn't bring myself to walk away.
"I know; I've accepted that she is dead, my daughter is dead. But with no body just doesn't feel like there is closure," my mother said and I could hear the pain in her voice.
"I'll find her, I promise," and I could see the worry on her face when he said that. She wasn't the only one given what I knew Mike was up to.
"I don't want to you to find her Mike; just leave it to the police and concentrate on your future," my mother told him and I totally agreed with her. I also knew he wasn't going to listen to her either.
"I can't do that; not until she is resting at peace. Everyone keeps saying she is but I just feel that her soul is out there, lost," he stated and he was right since I was lost in a sense.
"My daughter cared for you very much and I don't think she would want you to end up by her side this soon," my mother cautioned him and she was quite right since I really wanted my former boyfriend to grow up happy.
"I get that, I really do, but as long as Alison is out there and walking around like she owns the town someone has to do something," Mike said and the conviction in his voice was almost mesmerizing.
"Let me deal with Alison; by the time I am done with her, everyone in this country will know who she really is," my mother stated and the subtle rage in her voice could not be missed.
"Unless she gets to you like Mona," he said bluntly and my eyes widened since very few talked to my mother like that; even I never did because I was afraid of what would happen.
"I am prepared for that; prepared for my death if Alison does go after me like she did my daughter," she said and my heart lurched since I couldn't fathom watching my mom dying because of me. In fact, I couldn't take either one of them dying because of what was happening in this town.
I needed to act; no more going through the rest of the girls and Caleb.
I walked away from them, not bothering to stick around to hear what else they had to say. If time was truly in the essence, then I needed answers and I knew I had to get them from the one place that I really didn't want to go. I had to go home and relive the last moment of my life; the moment where I had died. There was a chance that I might have seen something, maybe my killer's face, so I needed to go right now.
It was easy to get there from where I was so I hitched a ride on a school bus heading to that direction. I stood in the aisle as screaming kids and an obnoxious driver blared around me; doing my best to ignore them all. I didn't really care that people were complaining about the cold from my form and just watched for the right time to get out. Finally, seeing the street that I had lived on, I stepped off the bus as it stopped at a stop sign and got off; coming face to face of my old house.
Normally, I would have taken a moment to stare at my house for a few minutes; maybe even to prepare myself. But like a child who jumps in the deep end of a pool to learn how to swim, I just stormed in without a second thought. I crossed the street, not caring what was in front of me, and I went right through my old front door. I then found myself in my house for the first time since my death and saw that nothing had changed.
That is when the flash happened and I remembered.
"Game over Alison; I win," I said to my reflection in the mirror, happy that everything was about to come to conclusion. I knew that once the girls got here and I shared the information that I found, they would know the truth as well. That is when I heard the door open and gasped as I saw who it was.
"You?" I said as I backed away. I watched the blond step forward with a knife in her hand, flashing it in front of me as if I was being mocked.
"Surprised to see me? I get that a lot since they found my sister," the Bethany lookalike said as she just strolled towards me with a twisted look that reminded me of Alison. She was dressed in a hoodie which was reminiscent of what I used to wear when I was still A.
"Who are you?," I demanded to know as I looked to see if there was a way to get past her but she blocked the only exit out of the room.
"I think you know; Alison would have come and did this herself but asked me to do it since she couldn't leave dear old dad," she said and as she got closer, I had a full idea of what she was going to do.
Before she could raise the knife, I threw one of my dolls at her and while she blocked it with her other hand, I dashed to get past her. But she grabbed my arm and swung me into my dresser, hitting my head on the wood and causing me to be dazed. Before I could make another attempt, I felt a pain at my side as she slashed my side and blood oozed out. I then fell to the floor and onto my side which hurt from the deep cut.
Laughing, she tried to slash at me again and I kicked her in the leg which caused her to fall backwards. I struggled to get up and went for the door, throwing it wide open and got out into the hall only to fall face forward as the blond pushed me from behind. I then felt something heavy on my back as she jumped on top of me; I could have sworn that I heard a few of my ribs crack.
"Time to die like a little pig," she said as she sat on me and I felt the knife dig into my flesh from behind.
I screamed in pain and used my elbow to knock her back, feeling the weight gone from my backside. I got onto my feet as fast as possible and tried to get to the stairs while ignoring the intense pain from my wounds. I was dripping blood all over the place as struggled to get to the safety. As I reached the landing, I was once again knocked forward and down the stairs.
I land at the bottom of the stairs hard and more pain entered my body. My attacker was at the top of the stairwell and was walking down as I crawled towards the front door in an attempt to get away. My blood was pouring out of my body from multiple places and I tried to ignore the pain as much as I could. All I knew was that I needed to escape the house and get help. I reach the door and attempt to push myself up to grab the door handle when my hair is grabbed. I am then brought face to face with my attacker who once again stabs me with her knife.
The blade pierces my lower chest and I could feel the blood pour out from my mouth as I fall to the ground. I lay there, my hand on the wound she had just created and watched as she attempted to wipe the blood off by running her hand on the wall. She is still holding the knife as she stands over me, watching as my life begins to slip away. I could feel my tears sliding down from my eyes as I prayed for someone to come help me. I could still make sense of what was going on though as I watched the Bethany lookalike pull a phone out and dial a number.
"Hey Alison, it's done; the bitch is dead," I heard her say into the phone. She is just smiling at me the whole time as if it were a game. I began coughing blood which spurted onto my chest and the floor.
"No, I'll just bury her out near the lair so we can have some fun with her death. Just make sure you are seen so the stupid cops see that you are cleared for this," she said as if it were an order and I knew then that this person was A. It wasn't just Alison after all.
"Okay cool, love you too," she finished as she hung up. She continued to stare down at me and I could see no pity in her eyes.
"You should have stayed out of this and just walked away; I guess it is what it is though," the blonde simply said and her tone was dead; devoid of emotion. That is when I started to close my eyes as death washed over me.
"Oh my God; it is true," A voice said from above me. I opened my eyes and found myself lying on the ground of my house.
With Aria and Emily staring down right at me.
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