I do not own PLL.

Belongs to Sara Shepard and ABC Family.

I'm in Aunt Ella's car on the way to the Hospital. Once again Veronica and Peter were too busy to remember that they needed to take me. So I had no choice but to call Uncle Byron, who told me I had to ask Aunt Ella because he was at work.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I take it out. "Did you find a ride?" Spencer asks. She offered to take me but I needed an adult since I'm underage.

"Yea. Aunt Ella came and got me."

"I'm sorry my parents forgot."

"Not your fault Spence. Can't control what your parents do or don't do."

"Ready for today?" I hear Aunt Ella.

I look over at her. "Ready for what?"

"Homecoming silly."

I half laugh. "Oh yea." I shrug. "I'm not really into dances. Especially when the theme this year is to get dressed up as if you are going to the Prom." I say in an annoyed tone.

She smiles. "So you have to wear a dress."

I cringe at the thought. I'm not girly enough for this type of thing. But when your boyfriend asks you to go you kind of have no choice.

I nod. "Yea."

She smiles. "You are going to look beautiful baby girl."

I smile a bit. When I was a kid she always called me that. I never noticed how much I missed it. "Thanks Aunt Ella." She smiles. "And thanks for picking me up."

"Always here if you need me."

"Better than the Hastings." I said a bit louder than I meant too. I close my eyes out of embarrassment. "I didn't mean to say that out loud."

She pulls into a parking space in the parking lot then looks at me. "I'm sure they are doing the best they can." She says then turns off the car.

I start playing with my fingers. I shrug. "Doesn't always feel like it. Too busy to pay attention."

"Pay attention to what exactly?" She asks with an eyebrow raised.

My phone buzzes and I look down to answer. But before I could I see a hand go over the screen. "Jessie." She grabs my phone. "Pay attention to what?"

I start to play with my fingers again. This time I didn't make eye contact as I take a bit to answer. "Everything Aunt Ella." I could feel her eyes on me. "They don't notice when I'm upset. They don't notice how I still struggle with the aftermath of the accident. They don't notice anything. It's like they don't care." I take a deep breath.

I hear her take one as well. "Is this why you're in trouble so much?" She puts her hand under my chin and faces me towards her. "You're trying to get their attention?"

Maybe I should catch you up. Peter and Veronica got called into school not too long after Noel's party. Me and Riley got into an heated argument when I got ambushed in the bathroom one day. Then Amber had thrown a punch at me out of revenge. After catching my breath from her gut punch I attempted to hit her back, but the Carrie twins both grabbed me before I could. Apparently we were loud enough to be heard by the teacher across the hall from the bathroom. I got blamed for starting it because there was no one to back me up. So naturally it was my word against theirs. Neither Peter or Veronica believed me. They just tried to make the whole incident go away by telling the Principal I wouldn't do it again. Then they bribed me with new headphones so I would stop complaining and called it a day. So since then I've done nothing but try to start fights and got myself in as much trouble as I could. All because I wanted to feel like they cared about me. Not to feel like all they considered me was another case they won. I mean it helps get my anger out as well rather than keeping things to myself, and Aria wants to give me a good smack for it. But is it really too much to ask for them to pay attention?

"How did you..."

"Aria told me." Our eyes were locked into each others now. "Is it Jessie?"

I pull my head away from her hand. "Yea. But what does it matter? They play it off like it's just another problem in their life then shove me aside anyway." I got out of the car.

I didn't mean to be an ass like that. She was just trying to help. "Jessie." I close my eyes and take a breath. Then I turn around. She's holding out my phone. "Here."

I walk back to her and grab it. "Thanks." I stop. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

"Just hard to talk about."

"There's a lot you don't like to talk about." I go to answer. "I get why. What you've gone through isn't something someone your age should have to worry about. It's understandable." I half smile and she walks with me inside the Hospital.

We sat in the waiting room for the doctor. I really hated being back here. The day of the accident I remember bits and pieces of, but its enough to know that I wouldn't be able to look at this place the same ever again. When I was here from when I got hurt on my skateboard I didn't pay attention much. I was rushed here and had so much adrenaline and pain going through me that I really had no time to think about it. I was lucky that my stitches were dissolvable ones but I knew I couldn't avoided the hospital forever. Now I notice everything.

I look up and get a weird feeling as the lights shinned down on me. I remember seeing them flash in my face as the nurses wheeled me through the hall to get me to a room that day. The beeping sounds of people on the machines ring in my ears. I spent a week here, it wasn't the best experience. All this was bringing back too much of that part of my life. I wanted to just go home.

My breathing gets a bit much now. "You okay?" I feel Aunt Ella put her hand on my shoulder and I jump a bit. "Hey." I look at her. "It's okay."

"I can't do this." I can feel tears filling my eyes. She squeezes my shoulder. "I need to get out of here."

"Jessie Brant?" We both look up. A nurse was standing there. "Come with me."

I look at Aunt Ella. "I'll wait out here."

"You're not coming?"

"You want me to?" I nod and she smiles. "Okay." We both get up and follow the nurse.

She kept her arm around my shoulder the entire time as we walked. Trying her best to keep me busy and not think too much about anything else. Because all you saw and heard as we headed down the hallways were people screaming in pain, loved ones crying for their lost, machines doing the flatline sound when someone died. It was horrible and I was just about ready to turn around and run the other way when we finally got to an empty room.

"Wait here. The doctor will be right with you."

"I remember you." I say barely audible. But she seemed to hear me. "You were always visiting me and making sure I was okay when I was here. You brought me Jell-O every time."

She watches me for a long time. Then smiles a bit. "Ah yes. It's hard to forget when you had a billion people in your room at a time." We both laugh. Obviously it wasn't a billion but it was enough to always be throwing people out every time she would come back to check on me. "How are you?"

I slowly nod. "I'm okay."

"Decided to stay after all?"

"With the Hastings help."

Her eyes widen. "You're the famous child they won custody over?"

I really hated that. It was all over town once it happened. "Hastings Win Case for Adoption!" The caption had said on the newspaper. Peter and Veronica took into consideration that I didn't want to be on the cover. So they payed the boss of the Rosewood paper to keep me out of it. However, they used my name in the article. So didn't help too much since most of the kids in town knew who I was. Probably the only thing they really listened to me about besides me not wanting to leave.

I half smile. "Yea."

"Nurse Taylor!" The nurse at our door looked to the side.

She turns back to us. "I have to go. It was good to see you." She smiles and takes off.

Chaos echoed through the hall now. "Rooms! We need rooms!" We heard someone say.

"What happened!" Nurse Taylor yells.

"Car accident!"

My brain rattles the image of my own accident, the CRASH echoes in my ears. I close my eyes, trying to block it all out but all I see is Fitz's face. I shake my head. "Stop." I whisper to myself. Then I hear a slight clicking sound when Aunt Ella closes the door. I jump from it and slowly look up. She watches as my face turned pale.

"You're alright." She says and sits next to me.

She hugs me and I close my eyes, trying to block out the screams that were still slightly audible from outside. I don't ask much from Aunt Ella. I never bother her about my feelings, not even when she asks. But I was glad she was here right now. Had it been Peter or Veronica it would have been the opposite.

"You know." She says to break the silence. "I haven't seen your dress."

I half laugh. "Well if I can get Aria to come to Homecoming then I'll be passing by. I'm supposed to be her ride."

She slowly nods. "Do you know how Aria and Mike are doing?"

I look up. "What do you mean?"

"With mine and Uncle Byron's situation."

"They live with you."

"Yes. But you know kids don't always come to their parents about their feelings." She gets quiet. "It's hard to get either of them out of their rooms."

I pull back. "Honestly, I don't know. They don't talk much about it. But it's obvious they are struggling."

She nods. "I figured when Aria didn't want to go to school today."

"After this I'll check on her for you."

She smiles. "I think that's exactly what she needs."

The door opens not too long later and the doctor walks in. "How's my favorite accident prone patient?"

I laugh. "That's not funny Doctor Richard."

He smiles. "Well since you laughed I have to say it must have been." I smile. "Ready to get this cast off?"

I nod in excitement. "You have no idea."

He nods. "Then lets get started." He grabs some supplies and finally gets this thing off me. I couldn't have been more relieved.