The Lost Dancer

When I looked into her eyes

Desprately I shouted trying to warn the the girl before my eyes, but it was already too late as she was already fallling backwards, against the wall where she seemed to knock her head with immense force. "Leave her alone, what they hell!" I yelled.

"oo Perri what a surprise to see you here, come to visit me again today?" Monica said. Eww I just really could not stand her. You know those people you just see and instantly cannot stand even though you don't really know them. Like love at first sight but hate at first sight but you were brought up not to be rude so you have to try and react politely? Well Monica was just one of those people you secretly wanted to hit but that would be wrong because she was a girl and had never really done anything wrong apart from causing drama where ever she went. 

Sprinting over, and pushing away the desprately and very clingy Monica I managed to reach the unnamed girl who clearly never deserved this. Why would anyone even do this to such a helpless girl? I mean she had a slight delicate looking frame it looked like one knock would seriously cause her damage. 

As I approached closer to the girl and leaned in to  help her up I noticed the blood. Soo much blood. The hair on the back of her head was tangled and matted with blood, but that was only a little as the blood was mostly coming from her noise that now sat at an awkward angle...broken. Her eyes started to flutter and when I looked deep into her jewel-blue eyes I felt guilt. Guilt for not getting there sooner. Regret for not being there to back her up..instead I was just stood there as a bystander in utter shock watching the scene unravel before them. 

Still Perri POV-

After a long 2 hour wait at the doctors I had taken Nicole to her house and had made it home at 11:30pm ready to settle down and sleep, but something disturbed me from todays events and no matter how much I tried to sleep something kept clouding my thoughts and keeping me awake. Every time I shut my eyes I could see her unique and beautiful face, her eyes staring deep into mine, then would come the look of pain as she was knocked down. The wave of guilt surrounding me was a tsunami and hit so hard. Why did I wait until it was too late? I could have helped her sooner.

The next day-- Nicole POV--

With a pounding headache the first lectures of the day dragged by slowly and with not much focus during lessons my mind was left proccessing and wondering over yesterdays events? Who was that mysterious boy who helped me?? The only thinng I culd think about was him. Pointlessly doodling on pieces of scrapped paper the images I was drawing suddenly become clear. They were him...Everything I could see, everything I could draw was of him. Each second dragged by with the memory of him and the longing to see him again. I had to find out more about this mysterious boy, I decided. It was then that I made my oath, I must know him, every part of me seemed to be drawn to him.