Lock-In

Seventeen

Was that? No... it couldn't. Could it? But she's dead, there's no way it could be her. I looked around me. I seemed to be in a clearing that was surrounded by trees. Where am I?

"Juniper," her soft voice echoed in my head. Why was I hearing her?

"Juniper. Listen, I don't have much time," she said again, she sounded almost frantic. But my sister usually was calm...

"Jaida?" I whisper. I turn around to face my twin, standing in purely white night gown. Her brown hair was swept up in a neat braided bun as she smiled.

"Yes. Now listen. You don't know much, but tell him. Tell the boy, Alec, about me and Zac. He will tell you his own demons. Broken people tend to find each other,"

"But I'm not broken," a tear had fallen down my face. 

"Some broken people are skilled actors and actresses. I know you Juniper. I've watched the tears and misery. Tell him," Jaida simply wiped the tear away with her thumb.

"Why am I here?"

"Because I wanted to see. I've got to go now. But before I do, I'm proud of you, Juniper," 

"Why?"

"Because you've been dealt a crappy hand of cards. Dead sister, bad boyfriend, traitor friends, bullies. You made through it all. You even got your own friends, finally. Now it's time life paid you back,"

She started fading, so Jaida started talking faster.

"Tell Alec about your past and he'll tell you about his. And trust me, you've met before. And punch Trish in the boob for me. She's a basic bitch,"

Before I could say anything, Jaida was gone. And I was alone in the boy's gym locker room. In nothing but pure silence. One of my biggest fears.

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Whoops, was this a short chapter? I didn't notice... (That was sarcasm)

This was meant to be short, don't know why, but it was. Sorry I haven't posted in a while, just been busy. I had to go with a friend to a funeral, and those are never fun. And it was just really sad. 

Next, I'm think of speeding the story up. I already know what I want to write about next, so... I don't know. Just don't hate on it...please?

NioJam