Alisa' POV
How I got home safely remained a puzzle to me. I did remember asking to be taken to the subway, and Ron picking me up. From there, everything was just a big messy haze, until I was sitting on the couch, still shaken by what I had seen in that article. I was so shocked by everything said about me in there that I had to check a few times if I was really the one being talked about, or maybe I had been mistaken for someone else.
I took my laptop from the table where I had left it and opened the article again, while Ron was in the kitchen. I still could not believe any of this was happening, but as I read further down, it became even more real and definitely more brutal.
There were pictures, one of them I could not quite remember no matter how hard I tried. As I gave it
