Inner Demons

Chapter 5

Juniper POV:

We got home without Spencer at about 8:30 that night. We have always questioned Spencer's whereabouts during some nights, we talked about it a lot. Sage sat on his bunk bed, laying down and chewing a pen, frustration pouring across his face.

"Maybe he got a night job?" Mac said, trying to keep it simple.

"He's done this since we were brought here, Mac." Sage said with an aggravated expression. "And the creepy part is that I feel that I had memories previous to this that I feel like I have to remember... they're trying to force their way from me and it's making me feel absolutely crazy." Sage's volume increased as sweat began to form across his brow. "Plus, Spencer has a knack for getting fired." Sage rolled his eyes. He bit down on the pen too hard, blue ink splattered in and around his mouth. "Ick..." He muttered, walking off to the bathroom as we trailed behind him.

"Looks like you ate a smurf." Mac chuckled, dragging his feet on the ground.

"Shut up." Sage playfully rebutted.

"Well then you have evidence all over your face that makes it look like you ate Ms. Warwyke's pie." I sighed. As Sage washed his face off, his dripping face looked up at mine, then splashed the two of us with water as he smiled jokingly.

"So through these twenty seconds of thinking and waking myself up, I've decided that Mac is gonna go look for Spencer." Sage said, drying his face on a towel in the bathroom.

"What!?" Mac yelled, raising a brow at Sage standing calmly in the corner.

"If Mac goes, we go too." I told Sage with seriousness.

"But I have ink poisoning!" Sage whined, making our way back to our room, then laid on my bed with a hand on his head. "I feel sick."

"Are you sure you're sick and not afraid of the dark." Mac smiled smugly at Sage.

"I am NOT afraid." Sage expressed quite clearly, but I could also sense the edge in his voice.

"Okay, then we will all go at one in the morning—" I began until Sage cut me off.

"One in the morning??? Come on man, some people AKA me... Were planning on sleeping longer." Sage pouted, and after I glared at him, I got back on track.

"Well we'll search his room for any evidence of where he could have gone." I grunted, heaving my mattress and blankets over to the side. "He could have dropped anything."

Sage POV:

As I was looking through my mess of bedsheets and pillows, a note from inside my pillow was dropped on the floor. I forgot I kept that there for a couple of months. I couldn't let the others read it. I casually slid down the ladder to pick it up. I knew this was potential evidence, but I couldn't let others see it. It's a little embarrassing. The note read " I never intended on letting you forget... Apparently for the both of us, it's for the best. -Spence."