The Unexplainable You.

Part One. Portland

"Come on Mom!" Malachi shouts as he rushes me down the stairs in the direction of the garage. The world spins around me and I feel like I'm going to hurl. My head bounces against his chest, the feeling calming me the slightest.

"Stay with me, Bambi. Hey, I'm right here,Okay? You're okay."

The last thing I see before I black out is his worried eyes looking down at me.

Confused yet? Let me back it up for you. Give me a sec, It'll make sense.

*Awkward rewind sounds.* 

"THREE HOURS EARLIER!"

(That was fun.)

"Portland!" My best friend Ronald calls after me as I walk down the hall to my locker. I keep my head down, smiling. It's fun to mess with him, make him think that I'm ignoring him always gets the best reaction.

"Portland Cormwell, you turn around here and look at me like a real person, I swear!"

I roll my eyes, turning to face him. "Fine, what do you want?"

He grins his face sweaty from gym class. "I don't know. Do you want me to walk you home?"

I nod, pulling my tote bag farther up on my shoulder. "That would be great, thanks Ronnie."

He grabs my hand in his, squeezing tightly.

"How was algebra?" I ask, giving him a sly smirk. He hates algebra, or anything else related to math.

He replies with a harsh glare. That's all he needs to say.

I'm about to say something when the feeling of being hit by a brick wall comes over me. I stumble backwards, dropping my pile of books on the ground.

"Portland!" Ronnie exclaims, kneeling down next to me. "What's wrong, what happened?"

I shake my head, pulling my knees up to my chest and squeezing my head in a weak attempt to dull the ache suddenly pounding through my head.

"Portland." Ronnie says, cupping my face. "What's wrong?"

I shake my head, picking my books up and standing shakily. 

"I'm fine."

He glares at me, helping me to my feet. "You don't look fine."

I try to scoff, but we've been friends for long enough that he can see through all of my expertly woven lies.

"Can we go home?" I ask, my voice coming out shakier than intended. He nods, wrapping his arm around my waist.

We walk home silently, neither of us wanting to talk about what happened at school. Ronnie has always been overprotective of me, maybe because when we were kids his younger sister was in a car wreck and didn't make it. He feels like he needs to protect me. Don't get me wrong, I love being sheltered, but sometimes it gets a little old.

"You need to tell your parents." Ronnie says, looking me straight in the eyes.

 There you have it folks, my over protective best friend!

*Mental Jazz hands*

 I shake my head, looking at my feet. 

"I just got dizzy, that's all, really."

He knows I'm lying but doesn't push it. The truth is I haven't been feeling the best lately. I've been getting dizzy a lot and vomiting in public bathrooms, hidden from the eyes of my prying brothers. I'm scared, to be honest. I don't know what's wrong with me.