I'm really sad. Ya wanna know why? I don't think you guys like my story anymore :( You don't give me feedback: nothing. I am gonna continue it anyway. I want reviews though, but whoever does review, thank you.

I'm kind of suspicious because I got to guest reviews with the same ending and I think it might be the same person. Please, I want true reviews, even if its criticism.

This is Chapter 5 of All Over Again ;) Sorry for the mistake; last chapter was Chapter 4. BTW. There's gonna be a Hannily friendship moment

Hanna laid in a bed. But whose bed? She thought. Hanna recognized the room immediately after looking around the room. Ali's.

"Alison?" Hanna called out.

"Han!" Alison squawked, with a very fearful tone.

The noise was pending from the closet. Hanna hassled to the closet, and attempted to open the doors. They just wouldn't open. They were locked.

"Please, help me!" Alison roared, hammering on the entrance.

Hanna drew a bobby-pin out of her messy, blonde, bun and shoved it into the keyhole. She frolicked all over the place with it, until it finally released.

Alison was on her knees, hair looking as impeccable as ever. It was as if she was, shining. Like it wasn't really her. But it was. Her heart shaped face, flawlessly made up, her teeth, pearly white and straight, and her blue eyes staring at her. She gawked at Hanna and started to give her, her devilish Alison Dilaurentis smile. "Oh, Hanna. You're so, absolutely picture-perfect now. Wanna take a groupie?" Ali cackled and winked at Hanna.

"Uh, Ali. We need to talk." Hanna spoke softly, still astounded at the view of her.

"What?" Alison alleged while getting up.

All of a sudden, Ali hauled something; almost as if it was out of her ass, a gun. "What the hell are you doing?" Hanna probed with wide eyes.

"This." Ali whispered and pointed the handgun at Hanna and pulled the trigger.

There was a cry and then Hanna's eyes flapped open. She blinked to find a fuzzy version of her friends hovering over her. It was practically in slow motion. Hanna could hear her heart drumming, and feel about the wickedest headache in all God's creations.

"Hanna!?" Emily bawled.

Hanna whimpered, showing a hint that she was conscious and she could overhear them. "Oh god, I thought you were dying." Aria listed with a sigh and a small hand above her heart.

Hanna stirred a bit and gaped blankly at the wall straight in front of her, almost as if she was dead. She didn't feel like talking, or listening, or crying, or even complaining. She just wanted to sit- in silence, by herself, remembering the dream- nightmare, she just had.

What was Ali planning? Was she going to try something on me? Well, she already did. Hanna thought, ignoring what the girls were saying to her, basically blocking out the world beyond her.

"Hanna?" Spencer worriedly tested.

Hanna finally heard. "Y-yea?" She fared to get out.

"Oh thank god." Emily exhaled and buffed her forehead with her thumb.

"What happened to me? Why does my head hurt so much? Can I have a mirror?" Hanna requested while pressing her hand to her extremely bulky purple bruise on the side of her skull.

"Okay. Uh, Ali had you. She hit you with a baseball bat several times. And then Spencer hit her with a vanity when she tried to escape outside the window. And yes, Ali did escape, and she did get away with doing this." Aria said and sat on the comfy speckled dark purple and navy chair whereas making hand gestures that went along with what she explained.

"Holy shit. Seriously? Wait, guys. I just had a dream. I mean nightmare. Almost like a vision, sorta like I'm Raven from "That's So Raven." Hanna mumbled into the air.

"What? Was Ali in it?" Aria questioned sitting up from her chair.

"Yes." Hanna began, "She was telling me that, uh. Well, she didn't really speak, she just, shot me. Then I woke up."

"It's okay. It was just a dream." Spencer nodded and stroked Hanna's shoulder awkwardly, with a sad appearance on her face.

"Alright, so. How's your head?" Emily joined in the conversation after a couple of minutes of gawkily typing in her phone.

"It hurts like fucking H- E- double hockey sticks. But I can get over it. I just wanna go home, like now." Hanna whispered in a musty tone, obviously by the look on her face, in pain as she tried to sit up.

"We'll find out when you could leave. Em you stay here with Hanna. K?" Aria blubbered and clutched her purse from the wooden stand next to her and walked with Spencer.

Hanna started to speak, "Hey can I have that mirror now?"

Emily tittered and heaved out a miniature mirror and handed to Hanna. "Here." Emily stated.

"Thanks." Hanna answered while holding up the mirror to her head. "Oh my god! This is the most disgusting thing in the whole entire world! That fucking girl is gonna pay. I swear to god I'm gonna-." Hanna was cut off.

"Hold the phone, you know what this girl is capable of. We are not going to do anything. Okay?" Emily reassured Hanna.

Hanna sighed and shrunk her shoulders down. "So. How's things with Maya?"

"Good, good. My mom's still calling me a stupid homosexual and other names but whatev. I do not care! She even cursed." Emily replied holding onto her bag closer.

"Wait, Mrs. Fields: the lady that has a husband in the army, goes to church every Sunday, and never let you even say crap when you were fifteen?" Hanna snickered with a smirk on her face.

"Yes! That's the one." Emily linked in on the hilarity and dragged out her phone again.

"Well, that sucks." Hanna said shrugging before a lanky boy sauntered in the room. Mike

"Mike?" Hanna cried struggling to get up but she was too late, Mike already wrapped his arms around Hanna and squeezed her tight.

"Mike, uh. You're crushing me…" Hanna whispered quietly.

"Oh, sorry. I'm just so happy you're okay." He mumbled pushing his mane back with his slim fingers.

"Thanks." Hanna said blushing.

"Hey, were back." Spencer stated walking in to find a blushing Hanna and an Emily sitting uncomfortably in the corner.

"Hey. So, when can I go home?" Hanna asked with an optimistic beam, entwining her hands and placing them on her thighs.

"He said as soon as you get your things. Because it was only a minor injury, but it will leave a mark." Aria muttered going to get Hanna's clothes out of the closet next to the hospital bed.

"Alright, so. Were here, do you want us to stay?" Emily asked, looking down at her shoes.

Hanna gazed at her bedroom and jumped on her bed, hands and arms sprawled out. She took a big breath and said, "I guess. I really am in need of a pint of Ben and Jerry's ice-cream. I think it's in the fridge, someone want to go get it?"

"Sure." Aria said with a what looked like a, forced smile.

"I'll come too." Spencer added, putting her purse down on the bed and hiking with Aria to find the ice-cream.

"So, were alone again." Emily mumbled and then giggled, along with Hanna shortly following.

"Oh, wait. SPENCER! BRING AN ICE-PACK!" Hanna screamed and sat up in her bed, clutching her pillow.

"OKAY!" Spencer yelled back.

Emily plopped her butt on the bed, hanging a leg off. She kicked her shoes off and laid back with a sigh.

"I'm so tired." Hanna whispered, breaking the awkward silence between her friend and herself.

"Yea. So! What do you wanna do tonight? Watch a movie? Oo! How about that fake movie about us! The Pretty Little Killer!?" Emily laughed and flailed her arms in the air.

Hanna joined in on the laughter and mumbled, "I think that's a great idea. I mean, like who doesn't want to make fun of a movie that has fake characters that look like us?"

"I don't know!" Emily giggled, just as Spencer and Aria returned with a pint of ice-cream and four spoons.

"I hope you like the peanut butter one." Spencer said.

"Yea. What's so funny?" Aria asked.

"We wanna watch that movie about us that recently came out. And make fun of our characters! Who's up for some popcorn and ice-cream?" Hanna tittered, holding her arms out, waiting for Spencer to drop the ice-cream in her arms.

I am's and me's came out of the three girls mouths just before all of their phones made their noise, signaling that they had received a text.

UNKNOWN CALLER, it said.

I think it's time to play a game of twenty questions, starting with Spencer. Ask her about the night Hanna was almost killed. And who might this monster A might be? Oh, wait didn't you think it was just me? Oops! I forgot to mention, four against forty-two bitches. Have a great sleepover! Leave a bowl of ice-cream on the counter for me! Be there in a sec!

MWAH!

-A