A/N: Hello Everyone!

To those of you who read the conclusion to my story Broken, you know that I promised you all a sequel to it: here it is! This is the prologue to my newest story, the sequel to Broken, Destroyed! If you are a new reader, I welcome you; however, this is a sequel to another story I have written, so I would suggest reading it first.

And now, without further ado, here is the prologue to my new story, Destroyed! PLEASE REVIEW WHEN YOU HAVE FINISHED! THE MORE YOU REVIEW, THE FASTER I UPDATE!

I DO NOT OWN HOUSE OF ANUBIS. IT'S BEEN OFF THE AIR FOR THREE YEARS, IF I OWNED IT, IT WOULD BE BROUGHT BACK FASTER THAN THE SPEED OF LIGHT AND SOUND COMBINED.

Enjoy!

(Fabian's P.O.V.)

This isn't happening again.

There's no way it can be.

How did we end up here again? I thought…I thought he learned after last time!

Oh my god, we're here again!

I'm feeling so many emotions: fear, sadness, anger…is he going to be okay? Am I going to lose him? I can't believe he tried to do this again!

I glance down at Patricia, who is still curled up in a ball at my feet, crying hysterically.

"Patricia," I start, "it's okay, he's going to be okay. Try to breathe."

I reach down from my seat, and give her shoulder a light squeeze; however, she doesn't respond to it. She remains in her ball, screaming and crying.

I shrug. It's no use, she's too upset…

I hear the door open, and look up. Dr. Jennings enters the room, and walks toward us.

He glances down at Patricia, and then up at me.

"How long has she been like this?" he questions.

"The entire time we've been here. She hasn't stopped." I reply.

He sighs, and sits down beside me.

"Well, it's probably best if we just let her get it all out of her system. She'll wear herself out eventually."

I nod. I don't like seeing her in this state, though…

"How is he?" I ask.

Wow, I'm surprised I asked him. I've been debating whether I want to know the answer to that question or not for awhile now…

He shrugs. "He's alive, and he's going to need the most therapy we can give him when he wakes up."

I nod, and feel warm tears leak from my eyes. Oh Eddie…

"It's going to be much harder to treat him this time," he continues, "last time, I was treating him for major depression, an illness multitudes of teens in Great Britain suffer from. But this…this is different. I'm not saying he's incurable, but I am saying it's going to be a great challenge to get him back on track."

More tears fall from my eyes. I did not want to hear any of that…

"He's destroyed," I murmur, "last time he was broken, and we were able to fix him with all of our love, your therapy, and medication…things that are broken can be fixed more easily than things that have been destroyed. He's been destroyed, Dr. Jennings, destroyed. Everything that has happened to him has just destroyed him!" I wail.

I'm crying now. I'm not crying nearly as hard as Patricia is, but I am certainly crying.

Dr. Jennings rubs my back in soothing circles.

"Shhh, it's alright, Fabian. I'm going to do everything in my power to help him, it's just going to be more difficult than it was last time. Love and therapy are always going to be the best treatments for him, and this time around, he is going to need so much more of both of them. While these will help him significantly, the ultimate power for him to recover and move on from this, is going to be derived from his own willpower. And that won't be easy."

I wipe some of my tears away and sigh. Love, therapy, and willpower are what will heal Eddie. He has plenty of love from all of us, therapy from Dr. Jennings, and the people he does his group therapy with, but willpower? Eddie has no willpower, especially after what happened…

I bury my head into my hands, and continue to cry. I know he doesn't have the willpower to get better; he's been destroyed by everything that has happened to him recently, and in all honesty, I'm not sure if he is ever going to recover.

Ever.