This is my first HOA fanfiction! Please R&R.
Jerome P.o.v.
To everyone I may seem like a jerk who likes to play pranks and aggravate people, but it is just a ploy. I have feelings, I care for others, and I'm not heartless. Though I can't show that. If I do I'll let others into my life behind my walls, the walls I spent almost my entire life creating. They will find out my secrets. My past. My pain. And worst of all my scars. Both inner and outer. Through the years my razor has become my only friend, other than Alfie that is. The scars that litter my flesh are comforting in a way. They don't fade and never will; they will always be with me unlike friends. They come and go. They say they will always be there for you, but in time they will leave you. Everyone will. Hell, my own parents abandoned me. I was an accident they said. I was more trouble than I was worth, so they sent me here when I was only five years old. They never visited, or let me come home for the holidays. I've spent eleven years of my life here. Trudy raised me better than my parents could of. The more I started thinking about my parents the harder I pressed the blade down. Red drops leaked onto the floor. No one ever wondered why I always wore long sleeve shirts. No one ever noticed I skipped meals. And no one cared that my grades were dropping drastically. No one. Not Trudy. Not Alfie. Not even Mara cared. But why would she anyway, she's with the meathead. My one true love. My one reason why I didn't end the pain years ago. Salty drops mixed with the crimson ones as they hit the floor. No one cares. It wouldn't matter if I killed myself; I doubt anyone would notice anyway. Blood covered my entire left wrist, and created small puddles on the floor. I set down the blade and rinsed off my arm. I took out the gauze from the cabinet and wrapped it carefully around the wounds. I put back the extra gauze and washed off my razor, then put it back in its rightful place. I splashed water on my face, then dried it. Checked my face in the mirror. Good, I thought. No one would ever notice I had been crying. I stepped on the scale. 126. Sigh. I don't try to be anorexic, I just am. I refuse to eat because of the pain I face daily. Not physical pain, mental pain. The physical pain of starvation and cutting keeps me from going crazy from everything going on in my world. I unlocked the door and walked out. I pulled down my sleeve as I walked down the hallway. I had just made it into the kitchen when I heard a scream. That sounded like Fabian. I walked back to the bathroom. I guess the others heard him scream because all of them were crowded around the door. I looked in. Fabian was staring at a small puddle of blood on the floor. Shit, I knew I had forgotten something. "I-Is that b-blood?" He asked unable to move. I saw Trudy push her way through the crowd then gasp at the sight. "Oh, my word! Why is there blood on the floor? Is someone hurt?" she asked frantically looking around. "I think we are all- Jerome! Why do you have blood on you?" Mara asked staring at me worriedly. Then everyone turned to look at me. I could feel myself breaking under their steady gaze. "I can explain," I said quickly. "Well, explain already," Trudy said getting impatient. "Well.."
I thought this might be a good place to stop. If I get five reviews, I'll post the next chapter. 'Til next time. R&R.