"Cross? Are you okay? Did something happen? Is Prin okay?" I ask quickly through the phone- practically hyperventilating. What if something bad has happened to Prin? I would never forgive myself. What about Crash? I grip the phone tighter in my fist as race down the corridor. Trying to find a way out of the maze that is school.
"Storm, Prin needs you. Her school called, apparently she had a breakdown when one of the boys touched her." His voice sounds urgent and my heart beat straight away picks up.
"What!?" I shout angrily, the beast within brutally bursting through . How dare they! "Who the hell did that to her? Tell me! I'm gonna f**king kill him."
"Storm, calm down! You need to listen to me. Get your ass over to the primary school right now. She won't let anyone touch her- not even me. At the moment she's huddled in the corner of the lunch hall, rocking back and forth." My heart breaks and the anger seeps out of my broken organ. I've got to get to her. My innocent six year old friend.
"I'm on my way." Is all I say as I hang up my phone and decide to take a left turn, praying it leads to the outside doors. It does. Then I sprint, ramming into the glass doors and take off in the direction of the school. Luckily it's close and I don't have to scare the children with my motorbike. My surroundings fly by me as I race the wind. Spotting grocery shoppers with over-loaded plastic bags and men and women in expensive suits. Dodging dog walkers and mothers with prams. Sometimes even pushing them out of the way if they're not fast enough. I will be though. My legs stretch when I urge myself to go faster. And faster. And faster. Almost there... I see the building towering in the distance. Not long left now, Storm. Keeping running. And running. And running. I don't think of anything other my destination. Because that is most important. Princess is my life. Prin and Cross and Crash. My friends. And Noah. I'm not sure he'll ever truly understand though.
I'm here. I bang open the front doors and a lady to the right of me jumps in her seat. The fifty year old woman wears a light coloured blouse tucked into a pencil skirt. I glance over her speedily, assessing her. She's not exactly thin, just a little plump. She looks nice - like a loving figure should do. She must know where Prin is.
When I jog up to her desk, she's already standing; quickly shuffling some paper in a specific pile and putting some documents in a draw.
"Come on dear, you must be the young one who can help little Isabel." For a moment I'm frozen - who's Isabel? But then I remember. Of course. Prin's real name is Isabel. I nod frantically, shoving a strand of blond hair behind my ear.
I follow the woman down the hall, she awkwardly waddles along with me trailing behind her.
We enter the hall and fortunately all the students are in their classes. I spy Cross crouched down near the corner of the room. Not close enough. Other teachers litter the room - only the ones that know what's happening with Prin.
"Cross!" I shout and start speed walking over to him. He instantly straightens from his position and looks over to me with relief clear on his face.
"Thank God you're here!" he says and pulls me into a swift hug. Tucking his blond-haired head into the crook of my neck, his muscular arms circling my waist. I don't reply, too worried about Prin and not wanting to waste my words. I manoeuvre out of his arms and make my way to my Princess. My friend. My sister.
When I see her, the sight almost makes me shed a tear. I see her nestled up against the wall, fragile arms wrapped around her legs tightly and her head tucked between her knees in a defensive position. She's rocking back and forth, mumbling incoherent thoughts. The sight actually makes my heart hurt. Thump it goes. Thum. Thu. Th. T. It stutters, stumbling over its beats. I drop onto the hard floor and sit with my legs crossed. Breathe. I don't go too near her because I know she will react negatively. I gesture for the rest of the hall to be quiet and start helping her. I tap the ground with my fingers loudly, almost as if I am playing a piano. A complicated rhythm but I carry on. Tap tap tap. Tap tap. Tap tap tap tap tap. Tap. Tap tap. Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap. Tap tap. Tap. I repeat it. Over and over again. After a few seconds, I spy her eyes peak up above her knees. Good. It's working. Phase two. I gradually stop tapping with certain fingers so that the beat gets more simple every couple of seconds. Soon, I'm only using two fingers and the sound echoes clearly through the room. Tap tap. Tap tap. Tap tap. Tap tap. I slow the sounds down so that she can try and match her heartbeat to the rhythm. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Finally out of the corner of my eye, I glimpse her scooting her way over to my form. I hold my breath - still tapping - and wait. She gently touches my shoulder, I let out a breath and pull her onto my lap and into a hug. I bury my face in her hair,
YOU ARE READING
The Colourless Days
Teen Fiction"Storm?" a voice calls out to me. It strange hearing someone say my name after so long. They repeat themselves and I realize that I'm going to have to open my eyes. It takes a few blinks for everything to come into focus. "Noah?" I stutter slightly...
