(Y/n) Rivers is one year younger than Caleb Rivers. (Y/n) was separated from her brother after an incident that happened in the orphanage that she was to blame for. Because of that she has been forced to find a way around herself. During that time a...
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"Game on, Charles." - Spencer Hastings
I've been here for a few days now. I've been separated from everyone else. My knees were to my chest, my back was against the wall, dry tear stains on my cheeks. My hair was a mess, my dress was a mess. All I could hear was the sound of water dripping from above me.
If people saw me like this, they would think I've gone crazy.
I've been saying the same things over and over again. Whispering every name that I've known on repeat so I don't forget my loved ones. I haven't eaten or had anything to drink since the day of Alison's trial. My stomach has stopped growling a couple of days ago.
The whole room was dark. I was in some sort of well.
All of a sudden I hear the doors above me open up. I quickly look above me and stand to my feet to see Charles standing there. The flashlight in his hands as he shined it on me. "C-Charles?" I ask quietly.
I start panicking as I watch him walk away. "No! Please come back!" I yell as I run towards the other side of the well.
"Let me out of here! What do you want from me?" I yell as as I pound on the wall.
I close my eyes and look down as I hear the metal door close. I start crying again as I slide down the wall. I bring my knees close to my chest as I hug them close to me.
All of a sudden I hear the doors open again making me gasp in surprise. I quickly get up to my feet again where I see Charles walk back towards the well.
I silently gulp as I watch him grab a rope from behind him. But before he threw the rope down I heard a click from above. I gasp in surprise as he threw down another smoke bomb. I quickly cover my eyes and back away as the well fills up with smoke.
Before I knew it, I blacked out again.
~
My eyes fluttered open as I woke up. I was on some sort of metal table, a white tarp covered my exposed body.
"(y/n)?"
I gasp and turn around to see Emily staring at me. "Em." I say as I lay back down. "Where are we." I ask as I sit up straight again.
"Is this a hospital?" Hanna asks confused. "Looks more like a morgue." Emily says worried.
"It feels like somebody's ripping my brain out through my eye sockets." Spencer complains to us.
"Where have you been?" Aria asks as she turns to me.
"I don't know. I've been in some sort of well for the past few days. At least that's what it feels like." I say quietly.
"At least you're okay now." Aria says as she grabs my hand.
"Yeah." I say quietly.
All of a sudden I hear Emily gasp in surprise making us turn to her. "Thank God." She says relieved.
