15 princes and a princess

15 princes and a princess 11

*Rayns POV*

i was led, sprawled across my bed on my back, my hands rested on my stomach and my hair spread around beneath me. Myst was sat on the edge of the bed we had brought in for her yesterday.

"Rayn, what's with you?" Myst said suddenly, breaking the silence that had consumed us for the past 5 minutes. i sat up and looked at her. she sounded irritated, what have i done now?

"excuse me?" i said, my eyebrows rising.

"i mean, I've been here for an hour and i can tell your not yourself. i mean yeah you're a little crazy, but you looked like you were actually going to kill Henry. what's up?" she explained, her tone becoming soothing and calm.

i flumped backwards onto my bed again. "i don't know what your talking about." i said, avoiding the subject and playing with a curl of hair that had splayed across my face.

Truth is, a lot of things, specifically 'him', had been playing on my mind since i arrived. but i didn't want to talk about 'him' right now. i didn't want to talk about my home life, ever. i got away from it as soon as i could and thats how it would stay.

i had moved out of my family house when i finished school. Me and Myst shared a flat during college and university. we both graduated, top of our class in music, along with Teddy and Xavier who we met during our 2nd year at college.

i hated talking about my younger life. The best thing that ever happened to me was during year 5 at primary school.

It had been a year since.....'The Incident' and i was 10. The teacher began yelling at me for something, and it triggered a memory-induced breakdown. it was the first one i had experienced and i was scared.

There was a girl sat in the back of the class, i hadn't really spoken to her before but she instantly rushed to my side and began to try and stop the attack, calming me and hushing my sobs. it worked eventually and, as the rest of my class looked on in shock and confusion, she guided me steadily out of the classroom.

This girl introduced herself as Myst, and i replied weakly that i was Rayn. She had soft blue-purple eyes and hip-length blonde wavy hair. she was a little bit shorter than me, but i didn't care. i had sat, head down looking at her through my brown fringe, and was hiding behind my curls.

I told her everything that day, all about what happened and how it had suddenly felt like it was happening again. my old friends shunned me, calling me a weirdo, a freak. but Myst stayed by my side, she was, she is, my Best Friend.

she is also the only person who knows how to calm me down before, during and after my attacks. And i am the only one who knows how to calm Myst down when she gets hyper, which is a lot of the time.

luckily i haven't had a meltdown for about 3 years now, and it was the pain from my past that i chanelled into my music, it made it feel more real for me to know there was a story behind each song i wrote.

Myst looked at me and pursed her lips. "You have to talk about it again sometime, you can't keep it all bottled inside, you know it makes your attacks worse." she said softly, being careful not to ignite my anger. i simply shrugged.

"Myst, i know i have to talk about it, and i will, just not yet okay? As long as nothing happens to trigger a meltdown I'll be fine." i said. it was about eleven in the morning but i suddenly felt exhausted. my eyelids began to droop as i flicked my duvet over myself and snuggled into the covers.

"Myst......" i slurred. she hopped over to my side and looked at ne curiously.

"Yeah Rayn?"

"wuuuuuuv youuuuuu" i sang quietly before falling asleep.