FanFiction PLL - A Pretty Little Letter

They say death is something you get used to. The first time you take a life, it haunts you. The more times you do it, the easier it gets. For me it's different. I didn't have to get used to it, I have always been. I grew up being captivated by death. Especially her death, even though she was alive. Her being able to breathe frustrated me more than anything. And she just made it so easy for me, you know. Easy to just grab that shovel and crack her pretty little head. She deserved it. She deserved every bit of pain I gave her, she deserved the fear, she deserved the sand in her lungs. Oh, all the attention she always gets. Poor little Alison. I don't understand why people care about her in the first place. She has been nothing but evil all her life. Don't they understand? She doesn't deserve the attention she gets. I deserve to get that attention. Even killing the lesbian chick that was stupid enough to figure it all out did not put an end to Alison's popularity. Bitch is still on the front-page of every single newspaper in town. Why can't people just stop talking about it? That would make everything so much easier. Especially the four of them should stop digging like ugly little rats. All they ever do is lie, why can't they just accept the biggest lie of all? The digging even got worse since Mona got caught. I so don't understand how she could possibly be stupid enough to let that happen. I mean, it's not that hard to make the lives of the four liars miserable. It's like gravity itself just pulls them towards the trouble. Well, till now on Mona's failure works in my favor so I shouldn't complain. Oh, if those four lying bitches knew what actually happened that night. They would regret everything they ever did for her, and for me. But it's not over yet, you know. In fact, it barely started. Cause by the time I am done with the four of them, they will be ready to be buried next to that suicidal hockey player and the chick that knew too much. And to their dear friend of course, if I ever happen to decide to return her body to the place it belongs - somewhere deep under the ground where a bunch of worms can go under her flawless little skin.

-A