Lock-In

Twelve - Alec's POV

After Nevaeh told me to find Juniper, I didn't hesitate.  I heard some of the words Savannah Lee was calling the new, but old, student Zac Blaine. If he hurt her.

I know she doesn't remember, but I do. I remember her saving me. Without her on that day, I wouldn't be here. I feel like I owe her something. That's why I avoided her and only her. She didn't deserve it.

I search a lot of places, minus the library since I knew even if she was hiding, she wouldn't go in there. I was walking down a hall when I heard sobs. The funny thing was, the only dear near me was the door to the men's locker room.

I walked in and the sobs stopped, "Juniper?"

"A-Alec?" she hiccups making my heart clench. What? I'm not good with tears.

"What are you doing Juno?" I ask walking over to the girl curled up in a ball.

"Hiding," she whimpers. I sit down next to her and she rests her head on my shoulder.

"From what?" I ask again.

"The monsters. Him. The memories," she whispers lowly.

"What happened?" I just can't stay out of her business, can I?

"I'm not going to tell you," I remember my mother telling me something like that...

FLASHBACK

The girl, Juniper, was sweet unlike the rest of the girls in my grade. She looked like a girl in my math class, but how I never talked her to, I didn't know.

I returned to my mother who was lying on her bed with tubes sticking in and out of her.

"Mom, why did Dad do this?" I ask her the same question I've been asking for weeks.

"I'm not going to tell you," she says weakly. She says the same thing every time. 

"Why not?" This is was the first time I asked her this question regarding my father and his actions towards her.

"Because a boy needs to think positive of his father," wise. My mother was a wise woman who knew what she was saying, but sometimes, she doesn't know. She doesn't know, I already don't like my father. 

A tear falls down my cheek as I hear someone's heart monitor speed up, thinking it was my mother's I immediately look at her, but it wasn't hers. The crack of bones in the room next to us fills the space as screams are heard. Mom and I have wide eyes and I go and look out our door doctors are carry a skinnier, paler version of Juniper. 

The girl I met in the bathroom turned into that? I was mistaken when I realized that was a twin because the actual Juniper came from the room with tears on her face. She glanced at me and ran off. I wanted to run after, but I heart my mom couching badly. I race back to her and try to help but she pushes me away.

"Go help that young girl, don't let her go easily," was her last dying words. And I did as I was told. I went to chase after Juniper, but she already left.