A part of you had foolishly expected for Rosewood to have changed in those three months you went away. But as soon as you drove through the large sign pointing towards your hometown, the same chills went down your spine, the same urge to turn back and hide from the threats you were yet to discover.

Alison's disappearance had taken a toll on you, to say the least. You saw a therapist without telling anyone, you dreamed of possibilities of what could have happened that night and woke up screaming in sweaty bedsheets.

You and your family left town for the summer, and spent months in a beachy hideaway for you to find yourself again. And by the end of August, you thought you did.

Until Alison Dilaurentis was supposedly found on September 4th, the night you arrived back from your long vacation.

You tried to hold it together as you went back to school. Eyes followed you around, familiar faces of those you used to call friends now watched you with fear. Not mocking, not laughter. Just raw fear, as if you, one of Alison's best friends and now called muppets, were cursed.

Seeing the girls again broke your heart even more. They were all there, in your English class, as if somehow what happened had brought you all back together. How poetic.

The funeral seemed more like a party than anything else. People passed by to mourn and pray for her soul when half of them were probably glad she was gone.

Maybe you were too. You still hadn't figured that out.

You thought it was a sick prank when an anonymous entity sent you a playful text. But deep down, you knew, it was more than that. You and the girls realized so as you all received threats after threats, and a chain of dangerous events was quickly becoming longer and longer.

Even gone, Alison Dilaurentis still had power over you.

Now, all in black, you and the group stared at the screens of your phones, trying to make sense of what you read.

"It can't be her, she's dead," Emily said, brows creasing in growing concern.

"Is she?" Hanna retorted.

Spencer sighed, and shoved her phone into her bag a little too harshly. "I can't do this right now. This is a funeral. Ali's funeral. I just want to make through it alive first before worrying about some bored sicko with a thing for phone threats."