For the guest reviewer that questioned the legality behind Hanna paying Mona's bail, please don't be confused! I'm not a professional writer/an expert on law, so just pretend it makes sense for this story and that Mona's bail can be paid because she's already served time in jail.

Well, we did it. We're finally at the end of this story, and before you guys ask: unfortunately, no, there will not be a sequel. I'm sorry, but I'm just not one for writing sequels, and this story isn't really at a place where it can pick up again. But never fear: I have a few other stories that I'll be publishing soon, so you have those to look forward to! And of course, you can click my profile and peruse some of my already written work. But for now, this is it. Thank you all so much for reading/hopefully enjoying the story, and hopefully I'll get to see you in any other work that I publish. You guys are the best :)

EPILOGUE

Mona began packing up what little things she had sprawled around in her jail cell. It was strange; since she had entered back into the horrible place, she had fallen back into her habit of not speaking with her inmates. Even Kazan, of whom Mona would've loved to give a piece of her mind, didn't get to hear Mona's wrathful words of farewell. Yet, at least Mona still had another half an hour left to gather her things, so who knew; maybe, by the end of the day, she'd end up pulling a Holden Caulfield, yelling "Sleep tight, ya morons!" at the top of her lungs as she exited the building.

Not that anyone in the rotten facility was literate enough to understand her reference.

Mona pulled on a white cotton Hanes shirt over a pair of cutoffs. The fabric felt foreign on her olive skin, which was so accustomed to the burlap of her orange jumpsuit. She folded up the suit that she had spent ten years of her life lounging around in, stuck it in the paper bag they had given her, stuck her feet in a pair of flip flops and sauntered out of the dressing room with newfound confidence. She had dreamed of the day that she would get to make her way out of this dump, and she was finally proceeding with it. Somehow, everyone had gotten what they had wanted; she didn't have to reveal the girls' illegal activity in court, or falsely accuse Emily of murder, all while sending that scumbag Fitz to jail and keep herself out of jail.

Somehow, her life was picking up. And while she didn't exactly know where to go from here, she'd pick herself up.

Before Mona checked out for good, there was one more thing she wanted to do.

She made her way down the hall of the prison, gazing upon the identical cells, the pattern that the bars made as they stretched on, an infinite lineup of metal cylinders. Until finally, she found herself standing in between her old cell and the cell next to it.

Ezra was falling asleep against the cold concrete wall inside, and Mona had to suppress an eye roll as she smacked her hand against one of the bars. The sound echoed throughout the open space, sending Ezra up into the air in astonishment. Once he had gotten his bearings, he stared up at Mona, taking in her presence and manipulating his facial expression into one of pure hatred.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he growled as he walked up to the bars, grasping them like an animal.

Mona made a tut-tut sound with her tongue against her teeth. "Didn't you hear, sweet cheeks?" she said patronizingly. "They let me go."

Ezra's eyes widened until he resembled a hungry orangutan. "What do you mean? The whole point of me being in here is so that you can stay in here!"

"Well guess what?" Mona said, now changing her tone to match the thoughts in her head. The evil thoughts in her head. "That's not the way the world works. Hanna bailed me out."

As the realization washed over Ezra, anger met this realization in the middle, and a collision occurred externally. He kicked the bars in frustration as Mona stood back in glee.

"I can't believe you," he said angrily. "You little bitch, I can't believe you!"

"Well, believe it," Mona said with a shrug. "Because it's real. I'm out, and you're not."

"If you're smart," Ezra threatened, still grasping the bars with his orange jumpsuit-clad arms, "you'll stay away from the girls. Especially Aria."

"Oh, and what are you going to do if I don't?" Mona barked back. This was a rhetorical question, because before Ezra could answer, Mona pivoted on her heel and walked away.

As she walked in front of her old cell, she spotted an old friend. Kazan nearly threw herself into the metal bars when she saw Mona.

"I knew that was you!" she said, her voice dull and masculine. "I knew if you could talk, that's what you would sound like!"

"Did you really?" Mona said sardonically. "Did you imagine me telling you to shave your nose hair the way I'm telling you right now?"

Kazan's beady eyes popped out of her head, and her jaw grazed the surface of the floor, and with that, Mona skipped on her merry way out of the jailhouse. She was met with bright sunlight once she was outside, but she simply pulled a pair of sunglasses out of her bag to block out the beams of light as she met the hot granite on the sidewalk.

Nothing could stop her now. Not even the smallest obstacle could bring down her incredible mood.

All that mattered right now was that those bitches fell for it AGAIN.

See you all next time! ;)