Hi people who I don't know well I may know you….. Oh well….
I don't own house of Anubis.
Eddie moved in and everyone except Jerome forgot about Fabian. I have a question should Jerome and Fabian be friends or partners in this story?
Jerome's p.o.v.
A boy's coming to this school, in our house he's American and very mean to Fabian. Everyone forgets he exists even Nina who was right opposite of him. She just flirted with Eddie and that was one night of dinner. I am the only people who talks to Fabian after Eddie came in once. He's moving in within 5 days.
1 week later*
He's only been here 2 days and everything changed. Fabian lost his room and stays in the attic, with nothing to sleep on until Victor orders a mattress. What happened to his bed and his room? Well, Eddie took all Fabian's stuff and chucked out what he didn't want, including Fabian's photo-album which happens to have one photo of his family, his real family. His dad and brother is at war, his mother died and he was adopted twice, he was told his real family didn't love him and sent him away. The adopted family drilled it into his mind using mental abuse. I met Fabian at the therapist over 14 years ago when he was 3. Then he took Fabian's and Nina's comforter and made a huge bed for him. Where does Nina sleep? With Eddie I know yuck but American + American=True love.
Victor has already bought the comforter and mattresses, pillows and all that stuff. His bed is a double bed. I can't help but feel bad for Fabian he lost everyone including the one he loves most….
We both came down for dinner and I went to my seat but Fabian walked into the kitchen and came out with a bit of food and scurried to his room. I was looking at everyone admire Eddie as if he's a god. I didn't like it so I went upstairs and opened Fabian's door slowly so it wouldn't squeak. I saw him from the half closed door. I gasped in my mind…
He was cutting into his skin with a pair of scissors. There was lots of scars all over his wrists. I gasped again but this one came out loud. He flinched while cutting and scraped deeper into his right arm. He screeched in pain and looked up flinging the scarlet red filled scissors across the room. I opened the door and he hid his arm with his navy-blue shirt. I shook my head at him and he shrugged. I looked at his shirt and it was already becoming brown stained with blood. I showed him something I never showed anyone. I unclasped my cufflinks and rolled up my sleeve to the marks mother made me. "This wasn't me it was my mother, why hurt yourself?" I glanced up at him and wearily moved my gaze to the blood stained shirt. It was already getting worst. I ran down the stairs and looked through my drawer.
I couldn't find the bandages then remembered Alfie took them and made himself look like a mummy to scare the 7th graders 2 weeks ago. I went to the bathroom and grabbed Fabian's towel, well Eddie's towel and ran to Trudy. I found her by the kitchen. "Tr-ud-y!" I shouted out of breath.
"Yes dearie?" She turned round with a glass of water and gave it to me. I gulped it down quickly.
"Fabian fell into some thorns and he's all bloody can you get a couple bandages?" I muttered quietly as the table was having a food-fight.
"Oh sure, he's in the attic right?" I nodded as she rushed off to get the bandages. She came back and we opened the door to see Fabian with the crushed photo-album in his hands he was smiling at the photos slightly. "Fabian, dearie can I help you put the bandage on?" Trudy said I looked at him as he put it down. He had his white V-neck sweater on which was underneath his navy, now brown shirt. The blood was already seeping through the material. "Roll up your sleeve dearie" He tried rolling it up but he needed help since his dominant hand is hurt.
