Who: Aria Montgomery open (feel free to make your own thread as well) What: Missing! Where: Aria's apartment When: Sunday morning Rating: PG-13 Aria woke up with a pounding headache. Her mouth was dry and her skin sticky with sweat. She wondered when she’d fallen asleep, and if she had turned up the temperature because it was warmer in here than usual. Somewhere out of the corner of her eye she saw Spencer stir on the couch. Her blanket dropped carelessly to the floor exposing her back.
Aria sat up and stumbled o the kitchen rubbing her eyes. She took a glass out of the cabinets and filled it with ice and water. She drank it down quickly before pouring herself another glass. She had planned on cooking breakfast, but she hadn’t planned on drinking so much last night. She went up to her room and changed out of her pajamas into jeans and a t-shirt. She put her hair up and took a glance at herself in the mirror. It seemed at some point in the night she’d had the good sense to take her makeup off because it wasn’t smeared all over her face.
She grabbed forty out of her purse and stuffed it into her jeans. She’d pick up some bagels and orange juice. Nothing fancy, just something to satisfy their hunger and hopefully soothe their headaches. She checked her bathroom for some Tylenol, but she was out. She walked across the hall to the guest bathroom and fund some in there. She took another hearty drink of water from the sink and splashed some water on her face. She looked at herself in the mirror again, she looked exhausted. A knock on the door startled her and she jumped. “Ju-Just a minute,” she saw the shadow cast by someone’s feet under the door, she heard a soft creek as they disappeared. She put her hands against the sink and took a few deep breaths before wiping off her face on the nearby hand towel.
She looked around, but no one was waiting anywhere near the hallway.
Back down stairs all the girls were still soundly asleep, with the exception of Alison. Her absence was always noticeable. She must have decided to use a different bathroom, she shrugged it off and headed toward the coat closet to grab some shoes but stopped in her tracks just shy of turning the handle. On the the floor a dark red speck caught her eye. She bent down and put her finger into it. She rubbed it between her her finger and thumb and smelled it. Iron. Blood. She looked around and found a small trail leading from the stairs to the living room. Tentatively she pushed the call button and the doors opened before her clear, clean empty. She ran back toward the living room, her heart beating so fast and hard she believed it would wake up the whole building. She pulled back Alison’s empty sleeping bag and found her pillow saturated in blood, “Alison?!”