"Does the little faggot like that?!" Sneered Bob with a laugh. Frank tried to shove him off with a painful gasp, "Get off me!" He yelled . Everyone laughed, Frank felt like his head was caving in, his sight blurred with tears. He woke with a scream, the events from today playing over and over, he looked to his arm and pulled back the sleeve, the scars and cuts showing instently, he sighed and got up. He needed to calm down, he looked to pansy, his guitar and smiled a little, he didn't know much but he was proud of what he did know. He read for a while and then put his book down and thought about turning his light off, he survayed his room, blue walls covered in posters for bands, his single bed had black sheets with a red matters cover, his lamp blue, he thought of his room like a bland sea, the only thing interesting were the posters and his wooded desk with his big clunky computer. His eyes stung slightly, sleep his mind screamed, his head touched the pillow and he fell asleep instantly.

Notes

Sorry I know its really bad :c :P