InsaneJournal

Who: Spencer & Emma
What: Spencer gets some memories and then it's off to the House of Horrors
When: Today
Where: The carnival
Warnings: Drug abuse/addiction, will update more later
Notes: Italics dialogue lifted from Pretty Little Liars



Spencer was an early riser. She woke up with the sun every morning and immediately went out for a jog. Sometimes Emily joined her depending on whether she felt like sleeping in or not. Derek had emphasized cardio with Spencer and she had taken it to heart with a jog first thing ever morning. She was in peak physical condition, better than she had ever been for field hockey. Portland was about the most full contact sport that Spencer had ever encountered. It was while she was out on her jog that her memories began to flood back to her. She almost keeled over right there and then but managed to veer off onto one of the neighbor's lawns. She wasn't even sure whose grass she was laying in.

Spencer, you're right. I have to tell you the truth before it's too late. Dad's taking me to the airport and I'm going back to England. He's been wanting me to go back since I told him what I told him in the police station the night you were gone. Maybe Dad's right and there's nothing to do but keep quiet. But I can't just leave you. Not again. Not like this. So I'm going to tell you the truth and you can do whatever you want with it. Maybe it'll help you. Maybe it won't. But at least you'll know. I saw you the night Alison disappeared. I heard you fighting with her and I saw you. I saw you with a shovel in your hand. It felt like everyone who ever made the mistake of touching Ali was there that night. What's that line from The Tempest? This island is full of noises. Then I saw the body. I thought you killed Alison with that shovel. Now I'm not sure what happened but standing there that's what I thought and I didn't want anyone to know. I couldn't look at her face so I pushed her in and covered it up and I didn't tell anyone about what I did or what I thought you did. Now I know it wasn't Alison and she wasn't dead when I buried her. She was a stranger and I buried her alive because I thought I was protecting you. Our family has a gift for self preservation but there's a point where you go from survivor to predator and I guess that's what happened to us. Goodbye, Spencer. I love you.

Her sister had been the one that killed Bethany Young but Spencer had been arrested for it. That was the last thing she remembered. She remembered the cops putting the cuffs on her and her begging her friends for help in an utter panic while they pulled her away. Alison had set her up, of course Alison had set her up. They were a perfect quartet of friends for a sociopath. Aria was the compassionate one, Hanna was the admiring one, Emily was the loyal one and Spencer was the smart one. It was the reason why Mona had been turned away from Ali's gaggle of girls. Because Alison already had Spencer, she already had a smart girl to manipulate. She didn't need two. That was especially apparent with how Ali was dealing with them back home. She went after the smart ones first. She killed Mona and she set Spencer up to go to jail for a murder that Melissa Hastings had unwittingly committed. Who had hit Bethany Young over the head that night? It was still a mystery but Spencer was willing to put good money on Ali being responsible.

She couldn't go home knowing what she knew. She couldn't look Emily in the face knowing what she knew. She couldn't kiss her girlfriend knowing that Ali's lips had been there first, like poison that still lingered. And Hanna. How could Spencer face Hanna now that Mona was dead? Did Hanna even know? Did she get these memories too? Maybe they were a dream or some sign of something medical like encephalitis. She grimaced at the idea that being sick was somehow better than knowing what Alison had done to destroy them all. But mostly Spencer. She had targeted Spencer and Mona because they were the threat. And now Mona was dead. Spencer didn't think there would ever be a day that she would shed a tear for Mona Vanderwaal, the bitch that had tortured them for a year. Mona had started as A and then it had gotten of control from there but in the end Mona might have been a crazy bitch but she was smarter than all of them. She knew how to take down Ali and she paid the ultimate sacrifice for it. In the end, Mona had chosen their side and the pain that Spencer felt was mostly sympathy pains for Hanna.

She found a cafe, not really caring that she was still wearing no makeup or that her hair was pulled into a messy ponytail and rather than her normally pressed and pleated outfit, she was wearing her running clothes. She only cared how strong the coffee was brewed. As it turned out, it wasn't very strong so Spencer just had to double up. It wasn't enough and Spencer had to fight the urge to find something stronger than coffee to help her with her problems. Oddly enough, having David and Kol around made Spencer want to steer clear of the pills. She had hardly talked to either one of them but had seen enough of them on the network to know that they were very different people but they both looked like Dean to her and she could hear his voice in her head. Annoying and persistent and yet somehow inspiration all at the same time. Of course her personal hell would come equipped with the doppelgangers of her former drug sponsor.

Hours had passed as Spencer drank coffee. Finally she ordered a cup to go and a bundled of jangled nerves she began to wander the city until she came across the carnival. She stopped short and listened and watched as people enjoyed the rides and the games. Spencer didn't know why but she felt compelled to buy a ticket and enter too. It was the kind of place she would have liked to go with Emily but for some inane reason found herself wandering around alone. She wasn't quite ready to face Emily just yet anyway. She still needed to digest the new information that had somehow been downloaded right into her brain.

She wasn't paying much attention when she wandered into a haunted house at the exact same time as an older blonde woman that Spencer knew to be Sheriff Swan from the network. Great. Out of all the people she could have walked into a haunted house with, it just had to be a cop. The cops in Rosewood were all crooked and Spencer had a natural distrust for any officer of the law after dealing with Garret and Wilden. She gave Emma a stiff smile as they walked into a room that was set up to look like a cemetary at night complete with coffins that were propped up from the ground.

"Wow, scary," Spencer said sarcastically as some old Halloween track tape played in the background. Suddenly one of the coffins popped open and a body sprung up from it, stopping short right in front of Spencer. The body was fake of course but she had long curled blonde hair and she was wearing an Ali mask. Spencer's eyes grew wider as she reached out and snapped the mask right off the dummy. Underneath the mask she didn't have a face, it was just stuffing stitched together but painted in red lipstick was a message for Spencer.

I always thought you looked good in orange, bitch. Kisses, A