Survivor { R5 fanfiction}

Chapter 28

Only Rocky's POV in this chap😉 gotta tell you this chap is way more longer than usual✌️

ROCKY

"What the hell is he doing again?" I loudly sigh, impatient.

4 days. It's been 4 days Ethan is late for dinner. And breakfast. Well, basically for everything. It's like he's avoiding us... Yet it's not his type.

"He might be busy." Maddy suggests.

"Well, busy or not, now that's enough, I'll go search him."

"Just wait, he'll come." Maddy puts her hand on my forearm as I get up from the bench we were sat on.

"I'm hungry. I go."
When something's in my mind, it stays.

I get away from the Canteen, leaving Maddy behind, and head for the dormitory again. It's not that complicated, we have to meet at 7pm, so everybody shows up at 7 so we eat together! Ethan is going to hear me. Best friend or not.

In case you were wondering, no, I still haven't told Maddy yet. I'm waiting for the right moment.
Okay, I confess, that freaks me out to tell her. How will she react? What if she doesn't want to be friend with me anymore after my confession? She is awesome and I don't want to loose her... These thought are eating me up for three days now.

I bit my lip thinking about it again, as I go up to the second floor, climbing the stairs two by two. The door of Ethan's room is closed. I open it wide without caring to proclaim myself.

"Hey, we're waiting for you downstairs. And I'm starving so if you could join us like right now it'd be greatly appreciated." I half shouted when I come in.

Ethan fiddle with his bed, and gets up quickly. His cheeks get red like crazy. He puts his hands behind his back, and stares at me oddly without saying a word. He looks like he just did a mistake.

"What the hell were you doing?" I frown, curious.

"No-nothing..." He clumsily says shaking his head.

"If you were doing nothing like you say you'd be downstairs with us at the canteen already." I point him out. " what's going on?"

"I... I..." He keeps on stuttering backing up more and more, his hands still behind his back. He's hiding me something. If he wanted to be discreet, he totally failed.
I suddenly get closer to him and dramatically grab one of his forearm. He yelps oddly, like he is in pain.

Nothing. There's nothing in his hands.

What the hell...

"Rocky, please, stop..." He groans, trying to free himself.

It's when I'm lost in my thought thinking about what was his problem, that I notice something. There's a brownish stain spreading at the level of his two wrists. I violently lift one of them up. Maybe too much because he groans loudly again. I gasp in shock.

What I see petrify me.

Cuts. Everywhere on his wrist and forearm. Most of them looks old, but some are still bleeding. That means I arrive when he was...

"What's that?" I asked still shocked.
Ethan opens his mouth but no sounds comes out. I lift up his other sleeve, seeing it's in the same state than the other. I shake my head in pure imcomprehension.

"What's that Ethan!" I angrily repeat. Ethan shivers. I then meet his eyes. I can see too many emotions. Sadness. Pain. Fear. His chin starts quivering.

Oh no.

My best friend burts into tears. I hold him back as he collapses on his knees. I feel my heart break in a thousand pieces.